"Yo, check the Backlight on this shit, homie. You think this is a game?"
"Shout out to Timeport. This battery life crazy."
"Put it on vibrate mode, baby. Huh? Oh, it's when the phone physically vibrates rather than emitting an actual ringing sound. I know, it's new to me too."
"I like my Snake score right thurr."
"Uno, dos, tres, catorce, homie. I'm the Larry Mullen, Jr. of rap."
"I'm gwan send a text. Or play an MP-Tree. Or jus' watch dose clock hands go round. Yeah yeah. So-me-go-so-den."
"I press Enter. Then Enter again. Then I write my name. That's how I sign my shit."
"Ooo, baby. I like to get your messages nice and slow."
Actual line from the song: "Pimpin', here's a new way to flirt / Now listen to the two-way alert / It goes: [beep beep beep beep beep]."
"Yo, call Murphy Lee, this Seaman game is off the hook."
"Baby if you're ignoring me, how am I supposed to calculate our relationship's various averages?!"
"Listen, dawg. It's just a future investment for the inevitable Smithsonian G-Unit retrospective."
"Dope political satire as usual, Pauly. Way to blow the roof off this motherfucker. This shit is timeless."