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Da content of dis page was pimped by playas. Well shiiiit, it has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff. “Heroes: Chapter Eleven ‘I Am Sylar’ (#3.24)” (2009/II) Tomothy Miller: Yo ass don’t wanna startle mah dirty ass. Sylar: Thatz funky, there was a time when I wouldn’t have given you a cold-ass lil chizzle ta be startled. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Sylar: [to his own reflection] Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass, biatch?

Emile Danko: Da past five years, I’ve lived… eight different lives, had wives n’ hoes, was rappin six different languages yo, but all up in tha end of tha day, I still know whoz ass I am. Sylar: Whatz yo’ point, biatch? Emile Danko: Whatever you goin through, this… identitizzle crisis… you can survive. Sylar: How, biatch? Emile Danko: Find a anchor - suttin’ dat remindz you of yo thugged-out ass. That way, when you feelin lost, you gonna have suttin’ ta hang on to.

Sylar: Agent Taubz a nothing. I don’t like bein a nothing. Emile Danko: Think of it dis way: as Agent Taub, you can come n’ go, bust a cap up in whoz ass you wanna kill. If you Sylar, I have no chizzle but ta hunt you down - make yo’ game a livin hell. It aint nuthin but up ta yo thugged-out ass.

Sylar: I went ta peep mah real daddy n’ shiznit yo. Dude was so alone, so pathetic. I didn’t wanna become him, so I took dis power, n’ now I can be mah playas I wanna be, mah playas up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! So tell me, momma - why do I feel so lost, biatch? Virginia Gay: Yo ass aint lost. Yo ass is mah son! Maybe I didn’t give birth ta you yo, but I loved yo thugged-out ass. I wanted you right from tha start. I saw how tha fuck special you were, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Sylar: But I capped you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Virginia Gay: And there was no one left ta ludd you no mo’. But now, nahmeean?.. I be back.

Sylar: How tha fuck can I be special, biatch? How tha fuck can I be anything… when I capped tha only biatch whoz ass eva loved me, biatch?

Sylar: Yo ass is right - I can be anythang I want. I can be President. [he chizzlez shape] Sylar: [as Nathan Petrelli] I won’t let you down, Ma.

Nathan Petrelli: I don’t need ta defend mah dirty ass ta yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass is pathetic. Yo ass be a psychopath. Muthafuckas like yo ass is tha reason I went ta tha Prezzy up in tha straight-up original gangsta place. If you be thinkin fo’ one minute anybodyz gonna believe you me, you wrong. Sylar: I aint gonna be you - I be gonna be *better* than yo thugged-out ass.

[last lines] Sylar: That hurt.

Sylar: [as Nathan Petrelli, givin a speech] I know a way ta brang real purpose back ta tha White House, back ta dis ghetto, n’ I promise you dat when tha Prezzy agrees ta hook up wit me, when he agrees ta shake mah hand, real chizzle will come ta dis ghetto, n’ nothing… will eva be tha same.

"Heroes: Chapter Twelve ‘Our Father’ (#3.12)" (2008/II) Sue Landers: Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass, biatch? Sylar: Someone whoz ass covets yo’ ability. I gotta smoke up tha real deal bout something. Sue Landers: Fuck dat shit, you don’t. Trust mah dirty ass. Sylar: I be shizzle itz hard, seein tha skanky truth at every last muthafuckin turn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it must make it hard ta trust mah playas.

Sylar: [before cappin’ Sue Landers] Sshhh, it aint gonna hurt a funky-ass bit. [Suez lie-detector is ringing] Sylar: Got me biaaatch! Thatz a lie.

Sylar: Yo ass aint a killer, Peter n’ shit. I am. [kills Arthur]

Sylar: [after cappin’ Sue Landers] I almost forgot how tha fuck phat dis feels. Suez co-workers: [burstin tha fuck into tha office, loaded wit presents] Kool as fuck birthdizzle dawwwwg! [they stop dead, as they perceive Sylar standin over Suez body, his handz full of blood] Sylar: [enthusiastic] Cake, biatch?

Sylar: No place I’d rather be than wit crew.

Sylar: I aint gonna bust a cap up in yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass aint gots anythang I need no mo’.

Sylar: Peace out, Elle.

"Heroes: Chapter Nineteen ‘.07%’ (#1.19)" (2007/II) Isaac Mendez: Yo ass is late. Sylar: I guess you know why I be here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Isaac Mendez: Yo ass is tha one whoz gonna bust a cap up in mah dirty ass. Sylar: Thatz true. [pause] Sylar: This is probably tha part when playas start screaming. Isaac Mendez: I tried fightin tha future. It aint nuthin but too big-ass fo’ mah dirty ass. Maybe you can do mo’ betta n’ shit.

Peter Petrelli: Suresh…, biatch? Suresh…, biatch? It aint nuthin but Peter Petrelli… Mohinder…, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Sylar… Sylar: I remember yo thugged-out ass… Yo ass is like me aren’t yo slick ass, biatch? I’d like ta peep how tha fuck dat works.

Sylar: I aint finished wit his ass yet. [to Peter, as tha pimpin’ muthafucka turns invisible] Sylar: Interesting, can’t wait ta try dat one.

Sylar: [to Issac] Yo ass straight-up can paint tha future. Just like tha pimp holla’d. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dunkadelic.

Isaac Mendez: I wasted mah game. Destroyed anythang phat dat eva came ta mah dirty ass fo’ realz. At least I did one phat thang before I died. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass can’t fight tha future. Sylar: Neither can yo thugged-out ass.

Sylar: This is probably tha part where playas start screaming.

Isaac Mendez: Yo ass is tha one whoz ass is gonna bust a cap up in mah dirty ass. Sylar: Thatz true. This is probably tha part when playas start screaming.

"Heroes: Chapter Eighteen ‘Parasite’ (#1.18)" (2007/II) [last lines] Peter Petrelli: Suresh, biatch? Suresh, biatch? It aint nuthin but Peter Petrelli. Mohinder, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Sylar… Sylar: I remember yo thugged-out ass… Yo ass is like me aren’t yo slick ass, biatch? I’d like ta peep how tha fuck dat works.

Sylar: I wasn’t beggin fo’ mah game. Sylar: [a suddenly terrified Mohinder steps back] I was offerin you yours.

Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] You’ve no clue how tha fuck ridin’ solo I used ta feel yo. How tha fuck insignificant. Yo ass have given me hope. Mohinder Suresh: Hope is pimped out. We need caffeine biaaatch!

Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] To freshly smoked up playas. [takes a sip from tha cup] Sylar: This is good. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin’ falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! What tha fuck iz it, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Chai. It aint nuthin but a special blend mah daddy brought from India. Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is we goin ta booty-call next, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: No one. I already have you, Mista Muthafuckin Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. [Sylar passes out]

Sylar: Give me dat damn list so I can sink mah teeth in! I be a natural progression of tha species. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Evolution be a part of nature n’ nature kills. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Simple, right, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: What you’ve done aint evolution, itz cappin’ n’ shit. What I be bustin - is revenge. Now I can fulfill mah duty as a son. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch.

Sylar: Give me dat damn list so I can sink mah teeth in!

Sylar: [to Mohinder Suresh] I wasn’t beggin fo’ mah game, I was offerin you yours.

"Heroes: Chapter Twenty-One ‘Da Hard Part’ (#1.21)" (2007/II) Mohinder Suresh: [answerin tha phone] Hello, biatch? Sylar: [on tha phone] Mohinder, I need yo’ help. Mohinder Suresh: [on tha phone] Sylar, biatch? Sylar: [on tha phone] I be thinkin I be gonna do suttin’ bad. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Mohinder Suresh: [on tha phone] Yo ass be a murderer n’ shit. Yo ass don’t git tha luxury of regret. Sylar: [on tha phone] Yo ass don’t understand. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be thinkin I be gonna bust a cap up in a shitload mo’ playas - a shitload mo’ n’ mo’ n’ mo’. I understood it before, tha cappin’. I had a reason. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. To take what tha fuck others didn’t deserve. Dat shiznit was natural selection. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Mohinder Suresh: [on tha phone] What is you rappin’ about, biatch? Sylar: [on tha phone] An apocalypse, a massacre yo. Half tha hood gone up in a instant. They mean nothing. They’re innocent. Therez no gain, so why would I do it, biatch? What possible reason could I have fo’ cappin’ so many, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: [on tha phone] Wait, listen. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Yo ass aint gots to. If you truly repentant bout what tha fuck you’ve done, turn yo ass in. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Sylar: [on tha phone] I can hear you dialin nine one one. Dat shiznit was a gangbangin’ fuck up ta call. Mohinder Suresh: [on tha phone] Fuck dat shit, wait. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sylar, biatch? Sylar, biatch?

Sylar: Please, I be sorry as a muthafucka I scared you, just come out. Please. Mom, biatch? Hiro Nakamura: [in Japanese] Dat punk so sad. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Ando Masahashi: [in Japanese] Dat punk distracted. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type’a shiznit happens all tha time. Go on, do it son! Hiro Nakamura: [in Japanese] I can’t bust a cap up in a playa whoz ass be askin fo’ forgiveness. It aint nuthin but not tha Bushido code. Everyone deserves a second chance.

Sylar: [to Ando n’ Hiro] I can hear yo thugged-out ass. Whoever yo ass is, come on out.

Sylar: It aint nuthin but just… maybe I don’t gotta be special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. That itz all gravy just ta be a aiiight watchmaker n’ shit. Can’t you just tell me thatz enough, biatch? Virginia Gay: Why would I rap dat when I know you could be all kindsa much more, biatch?

Sylar: [to tha dead Virginia] Yo ass was right, Mom. I be meant ta be special just like you wanted. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type’a shiznit happens all tha time. I can be anything, I can even be President.

Sylar: That ass beat. Yo ass was up in tha loft. Why is you followin me, biatch? Hiro Nakamura: I must stop yo thugged-out ass. Sylar: Then do dat shit. Do it son! Bust a cap up in me biaaatch! Yo ass can’t, you coward. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Now I be gonna gotta bust a cap up in yo thugged-out ass. Ando Masahashi: No!

"Heroes: Chapter Six ‘Strange Attractors’ (#4.7)" (2009/II) Sylar: Forbidden fruit. My fuckin straight-up kind. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Mack Parkman: Yo ass can’t control mah dirty ass. You’ve never been able ta do dis shit. Sylar: Well, I had a cold-ass lil compellin reason. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Letz grill it, yo’ hoe is kinda hot. Mack Parkman: Enough! Sylar: That is tha second Parkman I made scream todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa!

Mack Parkman: [to Janice] I did a… I did a shitty thang… Sylar: Aw, dis should be good. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin’ falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Mack Parkman: I used mah mobilitizzle ta push one manz memories tha fuck into another manz head. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Sylar: Yeah - mah head hommie biaaatch! There is some muthafucka up there rockin mah body without mah permission… Janice Parkman: I didn’t even know dat you could do dis shit. Mack Parkman: Dat shiznit was wrong. I know dat yo, but I had ta do it ta git rid of dis straight-up wack criminal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Sylar: Well, thatz not straight-up sick… Mack Parkman: [holdin his head] Or, or, or at least… just his crazy-ass mind. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And now his consciousnizz is, is rattlin round up in dis biatch… Sylar: Oh, there be a so much space. Mack Parkman: [to Sylar] Will you SHUT UP, biatch?

Sylar: And Matty, next time I take over yo’ body - thatz when tha real funk begins.

Sylar: Yo ass is so desperate ta fit in. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Why can’t you accept yo’ power, biatch? Why do you insist on being… so forgettable, biatch?

[last lines] Sylar: Let me guess - you want yo’ body back, biatch? Did yo dirty ass be thinkin you was straight-up winning, biatch? Da second you blacked out, I slipped right in. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Now I be up in tha driverz seat. Mack Parkman: You’ll never git away wit this. Sylar: [in Parkmanz body] I already have.

"Heroes: Chapter Thirteen ‘Dual’ (#3.13)" (2008/II) Sylar: Yo ass aint hustlin me, Noah. I be hustlin yo thugged-out ass.

Sylar: Yo ass peep me as a monsta n’ shiznit fo’ realz. And yet you did dis ta mah dirty ass fo’ realz. And before tha night is over, I be gonna prove ta you - one by one - dat you all monstas - exactly like mah dirty ass.

Sylar: Yo ass helped ta make me tha fuck into what tha fuck I am. I just wanted ta return tha favor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Claire Bennet: I swear, I be bout ta hunt you down n’ bust a cap up in yo thugged-out ass. Sylar: From cheerleader ta stone-cold killer, biatch? Whoz tha monsta now, biatch? Claire Bennet: Yo ass are.

Sylar: And Claire - you n’ I, we mo’ alike than any of them; we can’t be damaged. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I mean… except fo’ a gangbangin’ fucked up ass fo’ realz. And thatz what tha fuck muthafathas give us, aint it, biatch?

Sylar: Thatz tha thang bout tha real deal, Claire; it stings like a funky-ass biiiatch.

"Heroes: Chapter Ten ‘Six Months Ago’ (#1.10)" (2006/II) Sylar: [to Chandra] When I was a kid… I used ta wish some stranger would come n’ tell me mah crew wasn’t straight-up mah crew. Oh, they weren’t wack people, they was just… insignificant fo’ realz. And I wanted ta be different. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. I wanted ta chizzle fo’ realz. A freshly smoked up name, a freshly smoked up game. Da watchmakerz son… became a watchmaker n’ shit. Well shiiiit, it is so… futile fo’ realz. And I wanted ta be… blingin.

Sylar: Yo ass is broken. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Brian Davis: What, biatch? Sylar: Suresh was right. It aint nuthin but so clear now yo. How tha fuck all dat shiznit works, pieces fittin together n’ shit. Well shiiiit, it *is* up in tha dome. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Brian Davis: So you can help. Sylar: [pickin up a stone, wit which ta dome him] Don’t worry, Brian. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. I can fix dat shit. It aint nuthin but a evolutionary *imperative*!

Sylar: [to Chandra] I be different now, nahmeean, biatch? I feel I’ve been given a cold-ass lil chizzle ta start over n’ shiznit fo’ realz. A freshly smoked up game, a freshly smoked up identitizzle fo’ realz. A freshly smoked up purpose.

Sylar: [to Brian] Hoes call me Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Gabriel Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Sylar: [to Brian Davis] “Yo ass is Broken.”

"Heroes: Chapter Sixteen ‘Da Art of Deception’ (#4.17)" (2010/II) Sylar: Maybe you need a lil mo’ motivation. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Yo ass will purge me of these powers, Parkman, or I’ma use em. I’ma use dem all fo’ realz. And trust me, I can git straight-up creative.

[Sylar has axed Parkman ta take away his thugged-out lil’ powers] Mack Parkman: How tha fuck is I supposed ta do that, biatch? Sylar: Smoke a menstrual block, repress them, I don’t straight-up care, ta be honest fo’ realz. All I know is dat once I be free from tha temptation of mah ability… Mack Parkman: M-hm, biatch? Yo ass is gonna be normal, biatch? I be sorry, dat shizzle sailed, what, fifty murdaz ago, biatch?

Sylar: I straight-up do wanna chizzle. But I be crazy - remember, biatch? And all I gotta do is point.

Mack Parkman: [referrin ta Janice] If you hurt her, I swear ta Dogg… Sylar: Thatz tha problem, aint it, biatch? One wack thought be all it takes. These powers make it so easy as fuck . Mack Parkman: I KNOW that, believe mah dirty ass. But you don’t gotta use dem like dis y’all. Sylar: Except I do. Da powers is me now, nahmeean, biatch? You’ve been there, dealt wit tha abilities, tha constant temptation. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Tell me, how tha fuck do you compartmentalize, biatch? How tha fuck do you keep dem from overwhelmin tha rest of yo’ game, biatch? Mack Parkman: Yo ass start by acceptin tha fact dis shit… you mo’ than just yo’ abilities. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Come on, we playas first.

Mack Parkman: I know exactly what tha fuck scares you, Gabriel fo’ realz. And itz bein ridin’ solo wit yo’ immortality. Sylar: What did you do ta me, biatch? Mack Parkman: I have trapped you inside yo’ twisted mind. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass is gonna be alone, Sylar, straight-up much alone, up in dis nightmare dat will last forever n’ shiznit fo’ realz. And tha dopest part bout it is dat when I leave here, you not gonna remember what tha fuck I did, n’ you gonna live every last muthafuckin empty dizzle like itz real. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Sylar: Yo ass holla’d you would help mah dirty ass. Mack Parkman: Yeah, well, I guess there be a still a lil of y’all left inside mah dirty ass. Because I lied. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! [he pushes Sylar back up in his seat] Mack Parkman: Trip off hell.

"Heroes: Chapter Eight ‘Into Asylum’ (#3.21)" (2009/II) Emile Danko: How tha fuck tha hell did you git up in here, biatch? Sylar: Well, you’d be amazed what tha fuck you can do wit a lifted I.D. badge, a gangbangin’ four-dollar tie n’ a Westside Baltimore accent.

[last lines] Emile Danko: So how tha fuck did dat feel, biatch? Zippin up dat body bag, biatch? Sylar: Cathartic. Poetic fo’ realz. And tactically fortunate. It’ll be a shitload easier fo’ our asses ta operate… if dem hoes be thinkin I be dead as fuckin fried chicken. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Emile Danko: If our phat asses do dis - if we succeed - you’d be tha only one left. Sylar: Funny how tha fuck dat works.

Sylar: Maybe I be tha goose whoz ass lays tha golden egg. I can round dem all up. Emile Danko: Yo ass suggestin dat I can’t, biatch? Sylar: Yo ass chased a shape-shifter n’ shit. Yo ass don’t *chase* a shape-shifter n’ shit.

Sylar: Why do anybody want power, biatch? To screw wit people, biatch? Or ta simply screw people, biatch?

[Sylar n’ Danko peep Martin - up in tha shape of Danko - flirtin wit a biatch] Emile Danko: Whatz he up to, biatch? Why me, biatch? Sylar: Dat punk afta juice n’ shiznit yo. Dude be thinkin thatz suttin’ you have - tryin ta convert tha juice tha fuck into love. Bustin a pimpin’ phat thang of it like a muthafucka. Dat punk a funky-ass mo’ betta you than you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch?

"Heroes: Chapter Twelve ‘An Invisible Thread’ (#3.25)" (2009/II) Sylar: You’ll git bored, afta like a hundred muthafuckin yearz of tryin ta off me, watchin all yo’ loved ones drop like flies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Yo ass may eventually come ta forgive mah dirty ass. Maybe you gonna even ludd mah dirty ass. Claire Bennet: I be bout ta keep tryin ta bust a cap up in you - fo’ tha rest of mah game. Sylar: Well, dem hoes needz a hobby.

Sylar: Did I rap I gots ta hook up mah real dad, biatch? Boy, was dat a gangbangin’ finger-lickin’ disappointment.

[Sylar has Danko against tha wall] Emile Danko: Go ahead, git it over with. My fuckin pimps is ghon be here any second ta collect Petrelli. Sylar: [holdin a knife ta Dankoz lips] Sshh-sh-sh-sh-sh… I know. I gots plans fo’ em. [he turns Nathan Petrelli around, whoz ass is lyin unconscious on tha floor] Sylar: Hell, I’ve plans fo’ all of us. Emile Danko: Yo ass gonna bust a cap up in him, biatch? Sylar: Later n’ shit. Right afta I absorb all of his crazy-ass memories. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! It aint nuthin but a lil mobilitizzle Angela Petrelli fed mah crazy ass like a snack. Because Nathan, and… by Nathan I mean ‘I’, gotz a rendezvous wit destiny tomorrow. Presidentz givin some noize all up in tha Stanton Hotel; Senator Petrelli is gonna be there ta git a lil meetin wit his ass right afterwards. Emile Danko: What for, biatch? Sylar: Nothing. Just ta shake his hand. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And when I do, I be gonna be da most thugged-out bangin playa up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

[Bennet calls Claire] Claire Bennet: Hello, biatch? Noah Bennet: Thank Dogg hommie biaaatch! Where is yo slick ass, biatch? Claire Bennet: I be wit Nathan. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Noah Bennet: Is you shizzle itz him, biatch? Claire Bennet: [holdin a gangbangin’ finger ta her lips] Ssshhh… Oh, itz his muthafuckin ass. Don’t worry. Noah Bennet: How tha fuck do you know, biatch? [she turns into… ] Sylar: Because itz mah dirty ass.

Sylar: [checkin up Nathanz past] Yo crazy-ass diploma says you graduated wit honors from Annapolis. These cuff links tell me a gangbangin’ finger-lickin’ different story. Politicians.

"Heroes: Chapter Four ‘I Am Become Dirtnap’ (#3.4)" (2008/II) Future Sylar: Whatz tha magic word, biatch? Noah: Abracadabra, biatch? Future Sylar: Well - thatz *a* magic word, so itz close enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin’ chickens wit tha siz-auce.

Peter Petrelli: I aint leavin without yo’ abilities, Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Future Sylar: Hoes call me Gabriel fo’ realz. And you don’t realize, mah mobilitizzle aint just understandin how tha fuck thangs work; there be a a hunger… dat comes wit it, ta know more, ta have mo’ n’ mo’ n’ mo’. I couldn’t control it; it turned mah crazy ass tha fuck into a killer… a monsta n’ shiznit fo’ realz. And every last muthafuckin dizzle be a struggle, every last muthafuckin hour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. [looks at his son] Future Sylar: But I fight dat shit… fo’ his muthafuckin ass fo’ realz. And I aint goin ta willingly condemn you ta hell.

Peter Petrelli: If I have yo’ ability, I can KNOW tha variables, then I can… Future Sylar: Yo ass can save tha ghetto, biatch? Da ghetto always needz saving, Peter n’ shit.

Future Sylar: If you wanna learn how tha fuck ta access mah ability, fix tha watch. Listen ta dat shit. Like a symphony, every last muthafuckin piece has its part, all comin together up in slick harmony. If you can KNOW tha complexitizzlez of a peep you can KNOW anythang - every last muthafuckin thang: cause, effect; action, erection - how tha fuck ta chizzle tha future.

Sylar: Yo ass took mah ability, biatch? Well now, you have tha hunger n’ shit. Yo ass is like mah dirty ass. Peter Petrelli: I aint NEVER gonna let mah dirty ass become you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Sylar: Yo ass already are… brutha playa!

"Heroes: Chapter Seventeen ‘Da Wall’ (#4.18)" (2010/II) Sylar: [on Emma] It aint nuthin but time ta grill reality, Peter, dat hoe is gone, n’ if dat biiiiatch was meant ta bust a cap up in thousands, they dead like a muthafucka. All Y’allz dead except us. Peter Petrelli: Da only thang thatz *real* is us.

[Peter takes a sledgehammer ta git busy on tha wall] Sylar: Yo ass wanna know suttin’ weird, biatch? Every time you pick dat thang up I be thinkin you gonna hit me wit it straight-up hard. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Peter Petrelli: [chuckles] That *is* weird, cuz every last muthafuckin time I pick it up I feel like I be gonna hit you wit it too - straight-up hard. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Sylar: Why, biatch? Peter Petrelli: Because yo ass is whoz ass yo ass is. I wish I could accept yo’ apologies yo, but if I f-forgive you, then I aint bustin right by his muthafuckin ass. Sylar: Nathan… If you let go of yo’ anger, you afraid you gonna lose his ass forever, biatch? So you’ve held on ta it dis entire time, biatch? Peter Petrelli: I feel it slippin away yo, but… then I peep you, n’ I peep you cappin’ his muthafuckin ass. Yo ass took mah brutha away from mah dirty ass.

Sylar: I can’t brang Nathan back, Peter n’ shit. But I can shizzle as a muthafucka swin a sledgehammer n’ shit.

Sylar: We’ve been here fo’ I don’t give a fuck how tha fuck nuff years. Together n’ shit. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I chizzled, I’ve repented. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type’a shiznit happens all tha time. I be never gonna hurt mah playas eva again. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch fo’ realz. And all dis time, you was afraid ta let me out. [Peter keeps hammerin against tha wall] Sylar: Peter playa! [Peter pauses up in his thugged-out activity] Sylar: I aint dat playa no mo’, Peter, you know dis shit. Peter Petrelli: I know. I know you not. [he resumes, hittin another blow against tha wall; tha wall cracks]

[after breakin all up in tha wall] Sylar: How tha fuck long has it been, straight-up, biatch? Peter Petrelli: [checks his watch] Half a thugged-out day, maybe. Sylar: Feels like we was up in there fo’ years. Peter Petrelli: Yeah. Sylar: Do dat make it any less real, biatch?

"Heroes: Chapter Eleven ‘Fallout’ (#1.11)" (2006/II) Nathan Petrelli: Yo ass is meant ta do a shitload of thangs, Peter n’ shit. [sits down next ta Peter] Nathan Petrelli: But savin tha ghetto aint one of em. Yo ass gotta learn ta recognize when game is bigger than yo ass is. Yo ass aint a gangbangin’ fighter n’ shit. But thatz all gravy, tha ghetto needz nurses, like a muthafucka. Peter Petrelli: When I be round you, I can do what tha fuck you can do. Isaac, Hiro Nakamura, dis hoe Claire - I-I-I be thinkin dat we all tha same, somehow, n’ dis bomb dat Isaac painted, I be thinkin dat we supposed ta stop it yo, but I just… I don’t be thinkin I can do dat shit. [Peter looks away from Nathan] Nathan Petrelli: Thatz cuz you can’t. Sylar: [Peter turns round ta peep Sylar appearin n’ chillin where Nathan was a moment before] How tha fuck can you stop whatz coming, when you don’t give a fuck anythang bout power, biatch? [Peter wakes up from his fuckin lil’ dream]

Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: I holla’d thatz enough, Gabriel. Sylar: [screams] Hoes call me *Sylar*!

Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: You’ll find yo’ abilitizzles won’t work. Not here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Yo ass aint goin anywhere, Gabriel. Sylar: Hoes call me Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: Now it is. Wasn’t so long ago dat you was Gabriel Gray fo’ realz. An insignificant watchmaker n’ shit. Sylar: I restored timepieces. Yo ass know why I was so phat at it, biatch? Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: Fuck dat shit, why don’t you tell me, biatch? Sylar: Because I can peep how tha fuck thangs work. What make em… tick. Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: Lucky yo thugged-out ass. Our thugged-out asses horny bout how tha fuck thangs work like a muthafucka. Everyone else we’ve… kicked it wit has had only one ability. You’ve taken on several. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Sylar: Guess itz what tha fuck make me special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: It aint nuthin but blingin ta you, aint it, biatch? Bein special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Sylar: It aint nuthin but blingin ta everyone. Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: I be thinkin you insane. I be thinkin tha infusion of all kindsa muthafuckin alterations ta yo’ D.N.A. has corrupted yo’ mind - all dis juice is degradin yo thugged-out ass. Sylar: And yet, here I am, kickin it n’ well n’ as soon as I git out, I be gonna collect one mo’ mobilitizzle from yo’ daughter n’ shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sweet, innocent… Mista Muthafuckin Bennet: Thatz enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin’ chickens wit tha siz-auce. Sylar: …Ripe, indestructible.

Sylar: [to Mista Muthafuckin Bennett] Yo ass peep yo ass as some sort of humanitarian, don’t yo slick ass, biatch? A do-gooder n’ shiznit fo’ realz. A hero, kidnappin pimps n’ dem hoes whoz ass is different. Do they make you feel powerful, biatch? We like alike you know. Yo ass collect special people. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So do I.

Sylar: I do know you, don’t I, biatch? Eden McCain: [revealin a gun] I lived next door ta Chandra Suresh. Sylar: straight-up dope ability. Da juice of persuasion, n’ dis whole time you was tha hoe next door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Eden McCain: I be gonna take dis gun… n’ I be gonna put it up in dat slot… n’ [voice gets deeper, echoes] Eden McCain: you gonna take it n’ you gonna blow yo’ domes out. Sylar: Yo ass knew, didn’t yo slick ass, biatch? [pulls Eden telekinetically all up in tha glass of his cell n’ chokes her so dat thugged-out biiiatch can’t use her voice] Sylar: Yo ass knew what tha fuck I was n’ you let it continue. In a way, you’ve helped mah dirty ass. [laughs] Sylar: And afta I’ve consumed yo’ power, you gonna help me even mo’ n’ mo’ n’ mo’. [Eden points tha glock at his head] Sylar: Eden, you know dat won’t hurt mah dirty ass. [Eden inhalez deeply, turns tha glock towardz her own head, n’ pulls tha trigger]

"Heroes: Chapter Fifteen ‘Run!’ (#1.15)" (2007/II) Zane Taylor: Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suresh…, biatch? Sylar: [pretendin ta be Mohinder Suresh] Yes yes y’all… yes… Zane Taylor: Thank Dogg… come in, come in…

Mohinder Suresh: Zane Taylor, biatch? Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Yes yes y’all. Yo ass must be Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suresh. Come on in. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Can I git you some tea, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Sorry it took me so long ta git here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Fuck dat shit, itz no problem. Is every last muthafuckin thang aiiight, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Yes, it ought ta be fine. Yo ass umm sounded rather alarmed on tha phone. Yo ass seemed ta have calmed down some. Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] I had a cold-ass lil cut of epiphany bout it dis morning.

Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] All dis time I was tryin ta fight it, deny dat shit. But there is no shame up in havin dis ability, is there, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: None whatsoever, it would be like denyin you have brown eyes. Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Right.

Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Yo ass might wanna step back. That be lookin like a sick jacket. [liquefies toaster] Mohinder Suresh: My fuckin Dogg hommie biaaatch! Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Yo ass wanna peep it again, biatch?

Mohinder Suresh: There is others up there like yo thugged-out ass. Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Tay-Tay ] Fo’ realz, biatch? How tha fuck nuff others, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Dozens fo’ realz. And dem is just tha ones I know bout dat shit. With mo’ time n’ research I could find hundreds, thousands. But you tha straight-up original gangsta ones whoz returned mah beeper calls. But I be goin ta find em fo’ realz. All of em. Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] I could go up in yo’ faaaaaace biaaatch! I could help yo thugged-out ass.

"Heroes: Chapter Six ‘Shadez of Gray’ (#3.19)" (2009/II) Samson Gray: Yo ass have tha same thang - takin peoplez abilitizzles fo’ realz. Am I right, biatch? [laughs hoarsely] Samson Gray: I guess tha apple didn’t fall too far from tha tree. Sylar: I aint yo’ apple. Yo ass don’t give a fuck anythang bout mah dirty ass.

Sylar: I guess, not dem hoes gets old. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Not dem hoes dies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Samson Gray: Then you just have dat much longer ta suffer, don’t yo slick ass, biatch?

Samson Gray: Please - I need… dat juice n’ shit. I don’t wanna die biaaatch! Sylar: Fuck dat shit, no, no, of course not. Of course you don’t. Samson Gray: It won’t bust a cap up in you if I ta… take dat shit. You’ll… heal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. You’ll be fine. Sylar: Yeah. But so will yo thugged-out ass.

Sylar: Yo ass is tha hustla n’ shit.. n’ you KNOWS you would know when one of mah thugs was playin possum; when tha prey aint so weak - so easy as fuck .

[Samson Gray has axed Sylar ta bust a cap up in him] Sylar: I be sorry. Yo ass is just lil’ small-ass game.

"Heroes: Chapter Three ‘Buildin 26’ (#3.16)" (2009/II) Sylar: Luke, you straight-up gotta stop tryin ta be mah playa, or I be gonna gotta bust a cap up in yo thugged-out ass.

Sylar: I remember layin up in a red wagon… all wrapped up in blankets, n’ you can put dat on yo’ toast. Dat shiznit was still dark, n’ tha silhouettez of tha tree branches… I remember thankin they looked like… snakefingers.

Sylar: What kind of playa sells his own son, biatch?

Sylar: [about tha use of they powers] Always have a objective. Know yo’ endgame before you lift a hand. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Luke Campbell: What else, biatch? Sylar: Keep a cold-ass lil clear head. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Emotions make you sloppy. Da most blingin thang - is dat you KNOW yo’ motivation. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch fo’ realz. Always know what tha fuck it is dat you want. Luke Campbell: What tha fuck iz it dat you want, biatch? Sylar: For me, um, itz mostly been about, uh, acquirin abilitizzles yo, but lately - lately, all I wanna find is mah daddy n’ shit.

Sylar: I can tell when playas is lyin cuz I saw open they skulls n’ rip they abilitizzles up from they domes. Luke Campbell: Fuck dat shit, so you like a serial killa n’ shit. Sylar: I aint a serial killa n’ shit. Luke Campbell: Well, you’ve gots a pattern, you go afta specific suckas, you collect momentos… Sylar: Okay dawwwwg! Technically, I be a serial killa n’ shit.

"Heroes: Chapter Two ‘Trust n’ Blood’ (#3.15)" (2009/II) Sylar: [to Mary n’ Luke, on Agent Simmons] Those playas trained his ass straight-up well yo. Dude hardly flinched at all when he lost a gangbangin’ finger or two. Trouble is, dat schmoooove muthafucka has shiznit dat I need; so *you* is gonna help me loosen his cold-ass tongue. Agent Daniel Simmons: Sick freak! Yo ass gonna torture me up in front of them, biatch? Sylar: No. I be gonna torture em… up in front of yo thugged-out ass.

Mary Campbell: Why is you bustin this, biatch? What did we eva do ta yo slick ass, biatch? Sylar: Nothang - wack place, wack time. I could done been a gangbangin’ flood or a tornado. Therez straight-up no difference, actually.

Luke Campbell: [of Sylarz father] I know why you lookin fo’ his muthafuckin ass. Sylar: Tell mah dirty ass. Luke Campbell: Because you just like mah dirty ass… Tryin ta figure up why yo ass is tha way yo ass is; n’ up in dis whole hellish ghetto, yo’ daddy might be tha only answer n’ shit.

Sylar: [holdin Maryz mail] Yo ass is either Mary Campbell or “current occupant”.

"Heroes: Chapter Fifteen ‘Pass/Fail’ (#4.16)" (2010/II) Sylar: Da indestructible girl, whoz ass can’t put her muthafuckin ass up there ta git hurt.

Claire Bennet: Yo ass is gonna slice mah head open again, biatch? Sylar: I’ve evolved way beyond dis shit. My fuckin playa Lydia gave me a much mo’ precise instrument. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could read one of mah thugs, just by touchin dem - peep tha fuck into tha straight-up depthz of they ass. Of course, her methodz was a lil hyper-horny-ass but… Oh, what tha fuck tha hell. Well shiiiit, it is college, aint it, biatch?

Sylar: I don’t wanna be ridin’ solo fo’ realz. And somehow, you supposed ta help mah dirty ass. Claire Bennet: I wouldn’t help you if mah game depended on dat shit. Sylar: It aint nuthin but not yo’ game you should be concerned about.

[Sylar is listin nuff muthafuckin commonalitizzles between his dirty ass n’ Claire] Claire Bennet: I git dat shit. Okay, our crazy asses have all dem arbitrary thangs up in common. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. What tha fuck iz yo’ point, biatch? Sylar: My fuckin point is, they not arbitrary. They’re formative. Da basic buildin blockz of our lives; n’ our crazy asses have tha same blocks. Yet here we is - content college co-ed… n’ mah dirty ass yo. How tha fuck did we end up so different, biatch? Claire Bennet: Yo ass wanna know what tha fuck tha difference is, biatch? Yo ass be a psychopath! Mystery solved. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

"Heroes: Chapter Eight ‘Shadowboxing’ (#4.9)" (2009/II) [Sylar has struck Hank down wit a tire iron] Mack Parkman: Yo ass just capped him! Sylar: Fuck dat shit, I didn’t. Yo ass done did. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Mack Parkman: Dude was helpin yo thugged-out ass. Sylar: Exactly. In his fuckin lil’ dirtnap, dat schmoooove muthafucka has helped mah crazy ass prove a point bout tha line. Mack Parkman: What line, biatch? Sylar: Da one I can cross, n’ you can’t. Da one dat says I can do anythang I want, like cappin’ playas up in cold blood. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin’ falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Mack Parkman: Fuck dat shit, you can’t just… Sylar: Da ghetto is mah hostage, Matt fo’ realz. Anybody fo’ realz. Anytime.

Sylar: Sucks, don’t it, biatch? Bein up in tha passenger seat of yo’ own game, biatch?

Sylar: What tha hell is you bustin, biatch? Mack Parkman: I be crossin dat line. Yo ass holla’d at mah crazy ass dat I aint playa enough ta take a game, biatch? Well, you know what, you wrong. ‘cause I be gonna take yours. Sylar: Yo ass be a idiot. You’ll take a thugged-out dirtnap wit mah dirty ass. Mack Parkman: Yeah… [he puffs out] Mack Parkman: I know.

"Heroes: Chapter Eleven ‘Powerless’ (#2.11)" (2007/II) Sylar: [to Mohinder] Where is tha heal-anythang blood, biatch? Molly Walker: Please biaaatch! Sylar: Yo ass had it here all along, biatch? Yo ass n’ I have trust issues, Doctor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Sylar: [after regainin his thugged-out lil’ powers] I be back.

[first lines] Sylar: Welcome home, Dr.Suresh!

Sylar: [after blastin Maya] Now look what tha fuck you made me do.

"Heroes: Chapter Three ‘One of Us, One of Them’ (#3.3)" (2008/II) Sylar: Yo ass do realize they not gonna let you up kickin it, biatch? Noah Bennet: Thatz straight-up touchin fo’ realz. A monsta cares bout mah well-being. Sylar: Is you so concerned wit provin dat you mo’ betta than me dat you willin ta git yo ass capped, biatch? Noah Bennet: I be mo’ betta than yo thugged-out ass.

[Bennet is puttin on a funky-ass cap-proof vest] Sylar: Whatz dat gonna protect you from, biatch? Noah Bennet: Nothing. It aint nuthin but fo’ show.

Angela Petrelli: This is Bridget fo’ realz. And dat freaky freaky biatch has a straight-up special abilitizzle fo’ realz. Any object dat dunkadelic hoe touches, dat thugged-out biiiatch can peep its history; everywhere itz been, mah playas whoz eva touched dat shit. Sylar: Whatz she gonna do ta me, biatch? Angela Petrelli: [leanin over Sylar, whispering] Feed yo thugged-out ass.

Noah Bennet: I holla’d at you ta stay put son! Sylar: Yo ass holla’d at mah crazy ass dat ta make shizzle I wouldn’t, didn’t yo slick ass, biatch?

"Heroes: Chapter Fourteen ‘Distractions’ (#1.14)" (2007/II) Sylar: [to Mista Muthafuckin Bennett] Howz Claire, biatch? [throws Bennet against tha wall telekinetically] Sylar: That was fo’ tha haircut. Yo ass shouldn’t have built such a phat cage. Noah Bennet: No! No! Noooo!

Sylar: Well, props fo’ invitin me in. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. I always wanted ta err… peep where Mista Muthafuckin Bennett lived. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Sandra Bennet: Why don’t you stay fo’ dinner, biatch? Da least I can offer mah freshly smoked up hero! Sylar: Is you sure, biatch? If it aint too much shit. Sandra Bennet: I’ma call mah homeboy n’ tell his ass ta expect yo thugged-out ass. What did you say yo’ name was again, Mista Muthafuckin.. Sylar: Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I don’t be thinkin you gonna reach his ass all up in tha crib though cause I gots dem finger-lickin’ chickens wit tha siz-auce. Last I saw da thug was just swamped. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Sandra Bennet: How tha fuck did you do that, biatch? Sylar: I be special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Just like Claire… well, different but you catch tha meaning. It aint nuthin but a muthafucka I be bout ta gotta bust a cap up in her n’ shit. Maybe I be bout ta bust a cap up in you first. I straight-up aint decided yet.

"Heroes: Chapter Eighteen ‘Brave New World’ (#4.19)" (2010/II) Eric Doyle: Sylar,. Biiiatch please.Listen ta mah dirty ass. Please, Samuel made me do dat shit. Sylar: Fo’ realz, biatch? ‘Cause I thought you was tha puppet masta n’ shit. Eric Doyle: Oh, come on. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. What do you care bout dis girl, anyway, biatch? Sylar: I be here ta save her n’ shit. Eric Doyle: Thatz not yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass is like mah dirty ass. Sylar: No. I be a hero.

Peter Petrelli: [readin Eliz mind] Samuelz gonna show tha ghetto his thugged-out lil’ powers… New York City… Central Park… Tonight. Sylar: What do he mean, show his thugged-out lil’ power, biatch? Peter Petrelli: Dat punk gonna open up tha ground, bust a cap up in dem all, bury ‘em. Sylar: That soundz like a plan I’d come up wit back up in tha day. It make me wanna hollar playa!

Sylar: Peter - yo’ trip holla’d I save her n’ shit. Trust mah dirty ass.

Peter Petrelli: [on Claire] What tha hell do dat dunkadelic hoe be thinkin her dope ass bustin, biatch? Dat hoe gonna chizzle every last muthafuckin thang. Sylar: Thatz right. It aint nuthin but a funky-ass brave freshly smoked up ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

"Heroes: Chapter Ten ‘Thanksgiving’ (#4.11)" (2009/II) Sylar: [gettin his body back] It feels phat ta finally be me again. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Whatz fo’ dinner, biatch? I be starved. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Sylar: [to Angela] Yo ass have raised tha evil incarnate bar ta a entirely freshly smoked up level. Nuff props, fo’ givin me suttin’ ta strive for. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Sylar: I aint a religious man. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. But there is one thang I do believe in: blood. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin’ falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Time ta carve tha turkey.

"Heroes: Chapter Sixteen ‘Unexpected’ (#1.16)" (2007/II) Dizzy Smizzleer: Funny, I didn’t hear yo’ footsteps. Sylar: Thatz cuz there weren’t any. Dizzy Smizzleer: That sound, up in yo’ ass. What tha fuck iz it, biatch? Sylar: [smiling] Murder n’ shit.

Sylar: [while pretendin ta be Zane] I believe up in fate, Mohinder, n’ karma, n’ I aint just sayin dat ‘cause you Indian. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Yo ass straight-up came ta mah rescue.

Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] What happened ta this… Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sylar, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: I aint sure… Sylar: [pretendin ta be Zane Taylor] Dude just gots away wit cappin’ yo’ dad, biatch? Mohinder Suresh: Dat punk gone, locked away.

"Heroes: Chapter Nine ‘Turn n’ Face tha Strange’ (#3.22)" (2009/II) Emile Danko: I didn’t give a fuck you could bleed like dis shit. Sylar: I squeezed a lil extra - fo’ show.

Sylar: [to Danko, up in tha shape of Danko] It aint nuthin but funk bein you, commandin tha respect of others.

Emile Danko: This aint bout you findin some smart-ass way ta bust a cap up in Noah Bennet son! Sylar: I aint gonna bust a cap up in his muthafuckin ass. I be gonna destroy his muthafuckin ass.

"Heroes: Chapter Twenty ‘Five Years Gone’ (#1.20)" (2007/II) Claire Bennet: [whispers] Sylar… [“Nathan”, rockin Candicez power, reveals his fuckin legit form] Sylar: I’ve waited a long-ass time fo’ this.

Nathan Petrelli: [Sylar posin as Nathan] Brutha versus brother… itz almost biblical. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Peter Petrelli: My fuckin brutha can’t strutt all up in walls muthafucka! Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass, biatch? [Nathan turns tha fuck into Sylar, whoz ass dat shiznit was all along] Sylar: An oldschool playa… tha playa they blamed fo’ blowin up New York. But you n’ I know tha real history, don’t we Pete, biatch?

Peter Petrelli: Yo ass will pay fo’ what tha fuck you did ta Nathan. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. What you did up in his name biaaatch! Sylar: What I did, biatch? When I capped Nathan, dat schmoooove muthafucka had already turned against his own kind. Peter Petrelli: Liar playa!

"Heroes: Chapter Thirteen ‘Let It Bleed’ (#4.14)" (2010/II) Sylar: Been a while since mah body n’ mind was together n’ shit. Be a cold-ass lil crisis fo’ a lesser playa havin yo’ ass ripped outta you yo, but not fo’ mah dirty ass. I returned, wit one simple, singular thought… Samuel Sullivan: I know, wait, don’t tell mah dirty ass. Fun. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Sylar: Feast son! [starts “playing” wit Samuel]

Samuel Sullivan: I gots big-ass plans fo’ yo thugged-out ass. Bust a cap up in me now n’ you gonna never know what tha fuck could be. Sylar: All Y’all has big-ass plans fo’ mah dirty ass. I be thinkin thatz all playas have.

[last lines] Sylar: Yo muthafucka, cheerleader n’ shit.

"Heroes: Chapter Three ‘Kindred’ (#2.3)" (2007/II) Sylar: [to Michelle] How tha fuck is you goin ta help, biatch? Is you goin ta make me mo’ eggs, biatch?

Sylar: So none of dis is real, biatch? Show me whatz straight-up goin’ on here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Michelle: Honey… Yo ass straight-up don’t wanna know.

Sylar: Yo ass was right. I be gonna git mah abilitizzles back. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Startin wit yours muthafucka!

"Heroes: Chapter Nine ‘It aint nuthin but Coming’ (#3.9)" (2008/II) Sylar: We all at war wit ourselves; thatz what tha fuck it means ta be human. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Trick is figurin up how tha fuck ta be on tha ballin side.

Elle Bishop: I’ma bust a cap up in you, you lil hustla of a funky-ass biiiatch. Yo ass murdered mah daddy playa! Sylar: Yes, I done did. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Elle Bishop: [shrieking] How tha fuck could you do dat ta me biaaatch! Sylar: I aint gonna insult you by sayin I be sorry. Yo ass deserve so much mo’ than that, Elle; you deserve vengeance. I be bout ta take whatever you’ve got. [Elle lightens Sylar up]

Sylar: Yo ass saved mah game once, Elle - gave me tha will ta live. Don’t you peep I owe yo slick ass, biatch? Elle Bishop: [slowly] I only saved you so we could use you, like a lab rat. Sylar: Yo ass was just followin orders… But I forgive yo thugged-out ass. Now you need ta forgive yo ass.

"Heroes: Chapter Ten ‘Da Eclipse Part 1’ (#3.10)" (2008/II) Sylar: Us playas just humans.

Rental Hoopty Agent: I should bust a cap up in you right now - say dat shiznit was self-defense. I be bout ta be hyped - a funky-ass bona fide hero! [knocks Sylar over wit his bangin rifle] Sylar: I don’t give a fuck bout heroes muthafucka!

[last lines] Elle Bishop: We can’t take what tha fuck we want no mo’. Sylar: Says who, biatch? [takes her head between his thugged-out lil’ palms n’ kisses her passionately]

"Heroes: Chapter Seven ‘Once Upon a Time up in Texas’ (#4.8)" (2009/II) Sylar: I be a thugged-out doctor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Hiro Nakamura: I’ma rap how tha fuck you take a thugged-out dirt nap. Yo ass take a thugged-out dirtnap ridin’ solo. I be sorry. Sylar: What tha hell is dat supposed ta mean, biatch? Hiro Nakamura: It means dat yo big-ass booty is ghon collect a shitload of powers. You’ll bust a cap up in nuff people. You’ll become strong, tha strongest of dem all. But up in tha end, it won’t make any difference. We all gather ta stop yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass is ridin’ solo. No one will mourn yo’ dirtnap. No one will shed a tear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. No one. I wish I can chizzle fate. But you must go on yo’ path.

"Heroes: Chapter One ‘Jump, Push, Fall’ (#4.2)" (2009/II) Sylar: Yo! Hoes call me Sylar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. It aint nuthin but been bout six weeks or so since I’ve peeped mah body, n’ I want it back!

Sylar: Gotcha.

"Heroes: Chapter One ‘Da Second Coming’ (#3.1)" (2008/II) Sylar: [to Claire] Yo ass is different. Yo ass is special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo’ realz. And I couldn’t bust a cap up in you even if I wanted to. Yo ass can never take a thugged-out dirt nap fo’ realz. And now I guess, neither can I.

Claire Bennet: Is you gonna smoke it, biatch? Sylar: Eat yo’ dome, biatch? Claire, thatz disgusting.

"Heroes: Chapter Nine ‘Brotherz Keeper’ (#4.10)" (2009/II) Sylar: Dope thangs do come ta dem playas whoz ass wait.

Sylar: I aint gots time fo’ all tha five stagez of grief. Letz go right from denial ta acceptance.

"Heroes: Chapter Twenty-Three ‘How tha fuck ta Quit a Explodin Man’ (#1.23)" (2007/II) Sylar: Haven’t I capped you before, biatch? Peter Petrelli: Didn’t take.

Sylar: Turns up you tha villain, Peter n’ shit. I be tha hero.

"Heroes: Chapter Eleven ‘Da Eclipse - Part 2’ (#3.11)" (2008/II) Elle Bishop: Do you be thinkin itz permanent, biatch? Sylar: What, our powers goin away or us, biatch?

Sylar: I’ve been thinking. Elle Bishop: Bout what, biatch? Sylar: What you holla’d bout findin ourselves free of muthafathas - or powers. Elle Bishop: What bout it, biatch? Sylar: Yo ass was wrong. No Muthafucka eva straight-up chizzles. Elle Bishop: Yo ass done did. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I saw yo thugged-out ass. Sylar: That was temporary fo’ realz. And then I gots mah powers back fo’ realz. And I KNOW now, nahmeean?.. dat I be never gonna chizzle. Neither is you, cuz we both just damaged goods.

"Heroes: Chapter Seven ‘Eris Quod Sum’ (#3.7)" (2008/II) Peter Petrelli: Yo ass can’t dig his muthafuckin ass. Sylar: But he our daddy n’ shit. Peter Petrelli: Dat punk mah father, I grew up wit his muthafuckin ass. Sylar: Oh, I didn’t, so I don’t git tha right ta know him, is dat what tha fuck you saying, biatch?

Flint Gordon: Da buildin is sealed up tight. If Peterz still here he ain’t gettin’ out. Sylar: Peter is long gone. Flint Gordon: If I find him, you want his ass crispy or well done, biatch? Arthur Petrelli: Kickin It,. Biiiatch please.

"Heroes: Chapter Five ‘Tabula Rasa’ (#4.6)" (2009/II) Samuel Sullivan: What do we call yo slick ass, biatch? Gabriel, biatch? Sylar, biatch? Take a thugged-out deep breath. Whatz tha straight-up original gangsta name dat pops tha fuck into yo’ head, biatch? Sylar: Call me Nathan. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch.

Sylar: Yo ass just kicked it wit mah dirty ass. Yo ass would take me up in here, knowin what tha fuck I’ve done, knowin whoz ass I am, biatch? Samuel Sullivan: We crew. Family accepts, n’ you can put dat on yo’ toast. Family forgives.

"Heroes: Chapter Twenty-Two ‘Landslide’ (#1.22)" (2007/II) Sylar: [lookin down over New York, playin wit his newly gained powers, jacked from Ted] Boom.

Sylar: BOOM!

"Heroes: Chapter Two ‘Da Butterfly Effect’ (#3.2)" (2008/II) Sylar: Ouch. [after bein blasted eight times]

[last lines] Sylar: Hoes call me Sylar fo’ realz. And yo ass is not mah mutha n’ shit. Angela Petrelli: But I be dear - I am…

"Heroes: Chapter Six ‘Dyin of tha Light’ (#3.6)" (2008/II) Peter Petrelli: When I saw you up in tha future you’ve… chizzled. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass found a way ta suppress it yo. How, biatch? Sylar: I don’t give a gangbangin’ fuck. But just knowin dat I figure it out, just believin itz a possibilitizzle gives me hope.

Sylar: I found her like dis y’all. Dat hoe up in some kind of coma. [Sylar holdz Angelaz hand] Peter Petrelli: Yo ass is worried. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass straight-up care bout her n’ shit. Sylar: Dat hoe mah mother, too, Peter n’ shit.

"Heroes: Chapter Five ‘Angels n’ Monsters’ (#3.5)" (2008/II) Sylar: [to Bennet] Claire finally sees you fo’ what tha fuck yo ass is - a user n’ shit. Isn’t dat right, Claire, biatch? Yo ass used her ta try ta find dat skanky dude, n’ you used his ass ta try ta bust a cap up in me cuz ta yo thugged-out ass… I aint a god damn thang but a monsta n’ shit. Sylar: [turns ta Claire] Dude don’t peep our humanity, Claire yo. Dude never will.

"Heroes: Chapter Eleven ‘Da Fifth Stage’ (#4.12)" (2009/II) Sylar: Listen, Peter n’ shit. I be pretty pissed tha fuck off up in yo thugged-out ass. Yo crazy-ass plan was ta syringe me up in tha neck wit sticky-icky-ickys. Wasn’t dat tha oldschool plan, biatch? I mean, don’t git me wrong, congrats for… pullin it off up in tha straight-up original gangsta place. But fool me twice, you know, biatch? Peter Petrelli: [comin from behind] Yeah, I know. [whacks Sylar over tha head wit a plank]

"Heroes: Chapter Six ‘Da Line’ (#2.6)" (2007/II) Sylar: [to Alejandro] I know you don’t KNOW mah dirty ass. But I wanna rap why I be helpin yo thugged-out ass. It aint nuthin but dat delicious power… Yo ass see, when I git mah mobilitizzle back, I be gonna bust a cap up in you - n’ yo’ sista n’ shiznit fo’ realz. And then I be gonna take it all fo’ realz. And if I don’t git mah mobilitizzle back, it aint a total loss. Mayaz peepin’ doggystyle. Dat hoe a shiny freshly smoked up toy fo’ realz. And she all mine.

"Heroes: Chapter Four ‘Da Kindnizz of Strangers’ (#2.4)" (2007/II) Maya Herrera: I don’t even know yo’ name. Sylar: It aint nuthin but Gabriel. Gabriel Gay. Maya Herrera: Gabriel - like tha angel! Sylar: Yeah - just like tha angel.

"Heroes: Chapter Five ‘Exposed’ (#3.18)" (2009/II) [Sylar is “playing” wit Luke] Luke Campbell: [whining] Why is you bustin dis ta me, biatch? Sylar: Because you here n’ I need ta express mah vibe. Yo ass used me, fo’ some joyride n’ escape. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots shizzle fo’ you, kid - there is no escape. Therez only pain. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch fo’ realz. And you can never outrun it, no matter what tha fuck you do, no matter where you go.

"Heroes: Chapter Thirteen ‘Da Fix’ (#1.13)" (2007/II) [last lines] Sylar: Howz Claire, biatch?

"Heroes: Chapter Eight ‘Villains’ (#3.8)" (2008/II) Sylar: I gots a kind of problem. I guess you could say I be like a crackhead. I have dis overwhelmin hunger to… Um, I covet… tha powerz of others. But somehow, since tha other day, since… since meetin yo thugged-out ass… I feel like maybe I don’t gotta be all kindsa special - maybe I can just be Gabriel again. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch.

"Heroes: Chapter Four ‘Hysterical Blindness’ (#4.5)" (2009/II) [last lines] [at dayz end] Samuel Sullivan: It aint nuthin but all gravy, brutha n’ shit. Yo ass is safe here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Sylar: Where exactly is ‘here’, biatch? Samuel Sullivan: Home.

"Heroes: Chapter Two ‘Ink’ (#4.3)" (2009/II) [Sylar has busted Parkman all up in hell by playin a cold-ass lil wack mind game on him] Sylar: Todizzle is tha straight-up original gangsta dizzle of tha rest of yo’ game. Now, they can all be like dis y’all… or you n’ I can go find mah body.

I didn't write all this I just copied it IMDB and Gizoogled it I'm not sad.

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