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Michael De Santa: He's a good kid? A good kid? Why? Does he help the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ poor? No. He sits on his ass all day, smoking dope and jerking off while he plays that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ game. If that's our standard for goodness... then no wonder this country's screwed.
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And what about you?
Michael De Santa: What about me? Hey... I didn't have the advantages that kid has. By the time I was his age, I'd already been in prison twice. I robbed banks. I ran ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I smuggled dope.
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And you consider them achievements?
Michael De Santa: These were the opportunities I had. At least I took 'em.
Dr. Isiah Friedlander: And where did these opportunities get you, Michael?