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Truck Driver: [points gun at Michael's head] Does that tickle? Cause it won't if I pull the trigger! What the hell are you doing on my truck?

Michael: Sorry boss, I didn't mean to scare ya.

Truck Driver: [Smiles and points the gun closer] Do I look scared to you? What the hell are you doing on my truck?

Michael: I was just trying to ditch my old lady.

Truck Driver: You were WHAT?

Michael: Yeah, she caught me in the barn, and I wasn't supposed to be there, and she started sproutin horns and shit.

Truck Driver: [cocks gun and smiles] Bullshit. Bullshit. Look at that uncontrolled response to bullshit. I hate it when that happens!

Michael: Yeah, I don't like it either, but I had to get the hell out of there.

Truck Driver: So you just climbed up on my truck?

Michael: Yeah.

Truck Driver: That's kind of stupid, isn't it?

Michael: Yeah, well, you haven't met my wife. She's spooky.

Truck Driver: [truck driver goes back inside his vehicle and offers Michael a lift] Yeah? Yeah? You're lying to me. Get off my truck. Come on, get off.

Michael: [Michael climbs off the truck] Oh, man.

Doyle Hargraves: What the hell you doing with that lawn mower blade?

Karl Childers: I aim to kill you with it.

Doyle Hargraves: Was you in the nut house for hackin somebody up with a hatchet?

Karl Childers: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm hmm.

Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm just kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.

Doyle Hargraves: Hey is this the kind of retard that drools and rubs shit in his hair and all that, cause I'm gonna have a hard time eatin round that kind of thing now. Just like I am with antique furniture and midgets. You know that, I can't so much as drink a damn glass of water around a midget or a piece of antique furniture.

Linda Wheatley: Doyle, you're awful. You shouldn't be that way.

Doyle: I ain't saying it's right, I'm just telling the damn truth. He'll make me sick. I know it.

Doyle Hargraves: If you all don't shut up I'm about to go out of my mind. Ol Karl over here is about to bust a spring. He's already off balance.

Doyle Hargraves: You believe in the bible do ya Karl?… Well I can't understand none of it. This one begat this one. This one begat that one, begat, begat. Lo and behold someone says some shit or another. Just how retarded are you?

Doyle Hargraves: Not that you two afflicted sumbitches know anything about this, but you're sitting in a crew cab dualie pickup. In some circles, this is considered a piece of automotive art.

Warden Burns: [[w:A Dance with Dragons|A Dance with Dragons; [w:Game of Thrones|Game of Thrones; [w:The Winds of Winter|The Winds of Winter; [w:A Dream of Spring|A Dream of Spring] As warden, I can approve buying a copy of ] for the prison library to go up on the ] shelf. Now, the only problem is that ] and ] have yet to be published so those aren't available. Well, I can't do anything about what I can't control.

Naaman: [[George R. R. Martin] That is total bullshit! ] was supposed to deliver The Winds of Winter to his publisher over two years ago.

Warden Burns: I know that was the original deadline. That's what it says here. But I'm reading to you from the Wikipedia page. It also says that Martin had a grueling promotion schedule or something, and it's interfered with his writing schedule. He's failed to complete The Winds of Winter.

Naaman: That don't make no sense. Those two guys who transferred in from Federal last month knew about all the new stuff with the hot chick and her dragons.

Warden Burns: No. I'm telling you, I believe those two inmates had that information from watching the TV series. Again, I'm reading to you. The series has jumped ahead! It's no longer following the books!

Burnham: [about Stephen Altman] He's telling the truth.

Raoul: [Raoul points the gun at Burnham] Yeah, he's telling the truth... you know how I know? Cause when I do this... ...people don't lie.

Junior: Any other schoolyard bullshit you wanna settle, or can we get the fuck back to work?

Raoul: Don't you take no tone with me, jerkwad, cause I'll shove it up your ass and snap it off.

Junior: [[Elmore Leonard] You know what? You're a bus driver, Raoul! You live in Flatbush! So don't start spouting some ] bullshit you just heard because I saw that movie too.

Raoul: [to Sarah] Don't you look at me.

Burnham: [fills syringe with insulin] Hey, all I know about this is what I've seen on TV. You gotta talk me through this. Nice house you guys got. Mom's rich?

Sarah: Dad's rich. Mom's just mad.

Burnham: Like this?

Sarah: Tap it.

Burnham: I wish I could put my kid in a place like this. Not that I didn't try. Just sometimes things they don't work out the way you want them to. Wasn't supposed to be like this. You weren't supposed to be here.

Sarah: [reads jumpsuit] Thanks. Burnham.

Burnham: Wasn't supposed to be like this.

Junior: How do we get in to that room?

Raoul: [Burnham laughs] Hey! What is funny about this?... Is this shit funny to you?

Burnham: Well, I spent the last 12 years of my life building these rooms specifically to keep out people like us.

Junior: It's all so ironic and amusing, okay? Now, how do we get in?

Raoul: [to Meg over P.A. system after having hand caught in the panic room door] You fucking bitch! You pull any shit like that again, I will fucking kill her! Do you hear me? If you step outside, I'll kill her! If I see a uniform inside this house, I'll cut her fucking throat! Do you understand?

Raoul: [Meg smashes the video cameras with a sledgehammer] Why the hell didn't we do that?

Doc Miles: [''Answers phone''] Hello, Doc Miles.

Chev Chelios: Yeah, Doc. It's Chev.

Doc Miles: [Doc Miles spews his drink and ice shaking his head rapidly] Jesus H. Chelios! You've gotta be kidding me!

Chev Chelios: [[w:Artificial heart|put in one of those plastic artificial jobs] Listen, I'm deadly fuckin serious, Doc. These Triad motherfuckers cut out my fuckin heart and ].

Doc Miles: You got an artificial heart?

Chev Chelios: Do you think I'm having a fuckin laugh?!

Doc Miles: No-No-No, but you got to admit, it's a little out there, dude.

Chev Chelios: Yeah, you take your fuckin time, Doc.

Doc Miles: You don't have any time, if you've got an artificial heart. They're not designed to keep you alive more than a couple days while you're waitin on a transplant. And don't do anything strenuous.

Chev Chelios: Yeah, sure, Doc. No problem. So what's my next fuckin move?

Doc Miles: Well, we got to get a real heart put back in you preferably your own.

Chev Chelios: I'm on it.

Doc Miles: Okay, you're on it.

Chev Chelios: Doc! Jesus fucking Christ!

Doc Miles: I'm-I'm sorry. Sorry. Does-Does-- Let me-- Does that thing have a a-a-a a belt battery pack?

Chev Chelios: Check.

Doc Miles: How many bars are showing?

Chev Chelios: One.

Doc Miles: Shit. That's better than none, I guess. Look, what they did you with is an Avicor Total Artificial Heart. It's got an internal battery that'll pick up once the belt battery dies. It's like a reserve tank. Once the internal battery takes over, you got one fuckin hour. The internal battery charges wirelessly through its transcutaneous energy transfer system. Two coils, there's one internal, one external that transmit the, uh, magnetic force across the skin without piercing the surface. The internal coil receives power and sends it to the controller device. Is this makin any fuckin sense to you, Chevy?

Chev Chelios: It's fucking Greek, Doc.

Doc Miles: Greek. Look, you got to keep your body electrically charged to keep that piece of shit pumpin'.

Chev Chelios: Copy that.

Doc Miles: Hey, Chev.

Chev Chelios: Yeah.

Doc Miles: I'm stoked you're alive, dude.

Chev Chelios: I'll get back to you, Doc.

Doc Miles: Yeah, well, y- Call me.

Chev Chelios: Fuck!

Cholo: Hey-Hey-Hey! That's a nice car.

Chev Chelios: I don't suppose you know where the Cypress Social Club is, do you?

Cholo: Man, fuck that shit, puto. Let's race, ese.

Chev Chelios: [''Chev rams a concret barrier and goes flying through windshield''] Don't you tempt me, fucker. What I need from you is directions. Oh, shit. Shit!

Cholo: Damn, dog. You good, esé?

Chev Chelios: Tiger fucking Woods. Never better. Greatest day of my fucking life. You gents couldnt point me in the direction of the Cypress Social Club, could ya?

Cholo: Well, you ain't too far. You go down Orange for, like, two miles and then you're there, homes.

Chev Chelios: [''Clamps jump cables to his nipples''] Cool. You mind givin me a jump? Just juice me.

Chev Chelios: [''They are silent''; ''One points to house''] Hey, Menudo, where's the fuckin Social Club? Uh, dondé esta La Social Club?

Cholo: Buénos nachos, white boy.

Chev: [''To obese man''; ''Obese man shakes head and Chev slaps him, knocking him out and Chev walks into house, wreaking mayhem, throwing people out windows and prostitutes run out with Johnny Vang running into a vehicle''] You Johnny Vang?

Johnny: Go!

Ria: [''She climbs up to obese man''; ''Grabs broken bicycle''; ''Rams bicycle repeatedly on man's crotch''; ''Two Triad thugs pull up''] No sucky fucky for your asshole! Cock suck face! Fag whore! Shrimp dick! BB balls! Chicken fat! What you two faggots looking at?!

Cypress Triad Hood #1: Get lost bitch.

Ria: [''To Triad, about Chev''] Fuck you! This dude my Kevin Costner! He going to beat you off!

Cypress Triad Hood #1: What?!

Chev: Where's Johnny Vang?

Cypress Triad Hood #1: You looking to get your ass killed dog?!

Ria: You ask for it, he's gonna tap your ass!

Chev: Wrong expression.

Cypress Triad Hood #1: [''Points gun''] You ain't tappin my ass!

Chev: What's that, fucking cunt-onese?! I'd rather stick my dick in a blender!

Ria: [''Humping him''] Sticky me. Hey! I know where Johnny Vang go!

Chev: Johnny Vang?

Ria: Yes.

Chev: [''She points down street''] Where?

Ria: Hey, dude, why do you run?! Wait for me!

Chev: [''He attempts to carjack a [[w:station wagon|station wagon] Get out of the fucking car! Out!

Station wagon driver: Get your own station wagon, asshole! Get the fuck off! Damn!

Chev: Fuck!

Ria: You taking it too fast with me!

Chev: Which way?!

Ria: I want you to take it slow.

Chev: Which way?

Ria: Hey! Hey! You didn't ask name!

Chev: Shut up a minute, for fuck's sake! Where is he?! Johnny Vang?!

Ria: [''Points''] Yes.

Doc Miles: [''To Poon Dong realizing his [[w:Honey trapping|honey trapping; [w:Medical glove|surgical gloves; [w:Confucius|Confucius say; [w:Karma|Karma's; [w:Life's a Bitch|a bitch] ] folly, holds up surgical instruments in ], "] ]".

Doc Miles: [''To mistress Chocolate backtalking over a favor request''] Is Doc Miles gonna have to choke a bitch?

Doc Miles: [[w:Cardiothoracic surgery|I'm a certified heart surgeon; [w:Vagina#Surgery|vaginal rejuvenation procedure] Chev, ]. Well, I was. Lost my license after I fucked up my ex-wife's ] in our basement. That's irrelevant right now. The point is, if you get hold of your heart, I'm reasonably sure I can put it back in for you.

Eve: Jesus! Fuck! Are they really...

Chev Chelio: They're dead.

Eve: How do you... How can you do that?

Chev Chelio: I told you, baby. I quit.

Eve: [''He parks the car''; ''He gets out''] Where are you going?!

Chev Chelio: [''He walks into a hardware store and Eve finds him hammering nails into his leg''] Stay there, honey. Jesus! Fuck!

Eve: Chev!

Chev Chelio: Asshole! I can't feel my leg. Shit!

Chev Chelio: I've been trying to call you for a half hour. Where the fuck have you been?

Doc Miles: In my office. Can you make it over here?

Chev Chelio: Sure why not?

Doc Miles: Chocolate what's this fucking receipt from Gold Foods Market for $254?

Chocolate: Snacks.

Eve: I hate television.

Chev Chelio: I owe you again, Doc.

Doc Miles: Chevy you're my best customer.

Chev Chelio: What is this stuff?

Doc Miles: Synthetic epinephrine... diluted with some saline.

Chev Chelio: Feels sort of good.

Doc Miles: Well, I got a little meth in there too. You're feeling the endorphins.

Chev Chelio: Wait a minute. I'm not better?

Doc Miles: No you're not better. You're in such shit shape it's stunning. I can't believe your heart's beating. You should be in a fucking medical journal.

Chev Chelio: So, what are you going to do?

Doc Miles: The solution acts as a competing inhibitor. It's pushing the poison out of your receptors and replacing it with a chemical. It's just a temporary fix.

Chev Chelio: Then what?

Doc Miles: Then you're fucked. I can put you on life support and string this out for a few days. But you're going to go into a comma at some point. Does she know?

Doc Miles: Why don't I load you up with something, and you can go out in a beautiful dream.

Chev Chelio: A dream.

Doc Miles: Can I do that for you?

Chev Chelio: No, no, no. That's not what I want.

Doc Miles: What do you want?

Chev Chelio: One hour. I want one hour.

Doc Miles: Give me a fuckin break.

News reporter: So, the wild rampage that began 9am in L.A. Continues. The suspect, still at large.

Associate: We didn't give him enough Chinese shit.

Ricky: [''Answers phone''] You think?! Dude, it's him! What's up, corpse?

Chev: Bonjour, douche bag, Thought you might be interested in a deal.

Ricky: Oh, you a dealer, now?

Chev: Don't you worry about what I am. Listen, I want the antidote.

Ricky: Oh, the antidote?!

Chev: That's right, the antidote.

Ricky: What you prepared to give me?

Chev: How about that jewelry I got off that faggot brother of yours, you cocksucker? Don't pop a blood vessel, you little penis.

Ricky: Okay.

Chev: You like the deal?

Ricky: Whatever!

Chev: Be at the downtown Lint in 20 minutes. You know the spot?

Ricky: Yeah.

Chev: Don't be late, or I'll trade the thing to a whore for a hand job. Look, I said I said I'd fuckin be...

Ricky: Fuck!

Chev: See you later, sunshine. Dammit! Fuck!

Ricky: Yo, it's Verona. You won't believe this call I just got.

Chev: It's gonna be all right, baby.

Eve: But you said...

Chev: No, no. Things have changed. There's an antidote. I can make a deal for it, but I got to go alone.

Eve: I'm scared.

Chev: Of course. You'll be safe, now. And I'll be back.

Eve: Promise?

Chev: I promise.

Ricky: What's happening, bro?!

Asian man: [''In woman's voice''] Where did I go wrong?!

Chev: You fuckin just say something?

Asian man: It's like talking to the wall.

Chev: Mom?

Asian man: I'm amazed you remember you have a mother.

Chev: Please, I haven't got time for this.

Asian man: You're never around. I've never seen you in the house in sixteen years.

Chev: [[w:valium|valium; [w:tic tacs|tic tacs] Yeah, yeah, yeah, right mom, with you popping ] like ]. I really wouldn't wish at all someone would so this. Why would I stick around for entertainment like this?

Asian man: [''In Ạsian language''] That's hurtful.

Chev: Please, I've no time for this.

Asian man: [''In Orlando's voice''] You got no time, period. You're a persistent motherfucker, Chelios. I give you that.

Chev: Orlando?

Chev: This is weird.

Asian man: [''In Ạsian language''; [w:Michael Myers|Michael Myers; ''In Ricky's voice''] Yeah, I know this is weird, but you know, this has gotta stop sometime. Who do you think you are? ] They pop you and you keep getting up?

Chev: I'm the terminator.

Asian man: You was, but here's a new gun in town.

Chev: You know, I just don't get it. Why didn't you cut me up when you had the chance?

Asian man: [[w:Bipolar disorder|Bi-polar; [w:Sadomasochism|sadomasochistic tendencies; [w:Adrenaline#Adrenaline junkie|Adrenaline junkie] Too easy, motherfucker. Look at you. ], ]... ]...

Alter Chev ego: ...addicted to violence... probably spends every day looking for the big thrill, the big rush, Carving up a guy while he screams in his own blood and excrement, would be like... like a gift. A warriors death.

Asian man: [''Chev's voice''] Hell, you'd probably get off on it.

Chev: Why do you ask this?

Alter Chev ego: Maybe it's best for a guy like you. Going downhill. Winding down. Inevitable. Under so many circumstances.

Chev: Who are you anyway?

Asian man: [''In Asian language''] Don't you know?

Chev: I think I'm starting to figure it out.

Asian man: [''In Chev's voice''] Better late than never. You know you're gonna die up there.

Chev: [''Alter ego Chev becomes radiant with [[w:Ultraviolet|UV light] Yeah, maybe. But I'm taking you with me. ] and then disappears with the Asian man becoming default] Some pills, Doc.

Asian man: [''[[w:Languages of Asia|In Asian language] Did you fucking say something?

Henchman: Chelios?

Chev: [''Ċhev ạpproạçhes''] Hello, girls.

Henchman: [''Çoṇḟịsçạtes Ċhev's ḟịreạrm''] Hold up. Give me the piece.

Chev: Now, isn't that a fucking picture?

Carlito: Chelios. What a fucking nightmare you are.

Chev: No shit.

Carlito: Sit down.

Ricky: [''Ḥeṇçhmạṇ pulls out ạ tube çoṇṇeçted boẋ''] Whoa! Wait a minute. You pat him down, again. I know he's carrying something.

Carlito: Let me see that.

Chev: Motherfucker.

Carlito: [[w:Insulin pump|an insulin pump] Clever. What is this, ]?

Chev: Basically.

Ricky: [[w:Insulin|Insulin; ''Carlito holds up finger for silence''] What the fuck is ]?

Carlito: Ephedrine, right?

Chev: Yeah.

Carlito: You're very resourceful.

Chev: Found a new master, little bitch?

Ricky: I'm nobody's bitch.

Chev: You'll be a bitch when Carlito hires you for half what he paid me.

Carlito: That's enough.

Chev: You'll throw boss a reach-around, show him you're a good bitch.

Ricky: [''Points gun at Chev''] I'm nobody's little bitch! You fuckin hear me? He'll pay me what I tell him to pay!

Carlito: That's enough! Sit down! It's been a long fucking day. In the end, you have to admit, it all works out quite nicely. Don Kim gets his bullet, thanks to you, and Hong Kong gets a goat to take the fall. Please understand, it's nothing personal.

Ricky: [''Mimics a kiss''] Speak for yourself.

Chev: That what I think it is?

Carlito: It's the Chinese shit. Hold him down.

Chev: [''Makes a gun gesture''] Not so fast, motherfucker!

Ricky: [''Chev points at him''] He's gone dipsy-do, yo! Whatever, psycho!

Carlito: [[w:Ḣạrry Ḥoudịṇị|the Houdini act; ''Points at a henchman who falls down from a headshot''] I'm afraid ] is over, my friend.

Ricky: Our Father, who art in...

Carlito: Shut up!

Don Kim: [''Camera pan-out reveals Don Kim and his hitmen team''] So, this is how it is!

Ricky: It's Don Kim! He's supposed to be dead!

Chev: [''Gun fight between henchmens of Carlito and Don Kim ensues''] Presto.

News reporter: Police have moved to surround the Hotel Lint, where the madman behind today's mayhem... is holed up and making a desperate last stand. Officials have confirmed gunfire on the sundeck. Our news chopper will bring live, uncensored coverage from above the hotel. Again, this coverage is uncensored, so any small children present should leave the room.

Ricky: Get me out of here! I'll kill you, Chelios!

Chev: Too late!

Carlito: [''A Don Kim thug has thrown a grenade''; ''Grabs a henchman to cover the grenade''] Look out!

Henchman: Thanks, boss.

Ricky: Let's get the fuck out of here, now! Let's go!

Chev: [''Points gun''] Present from Kaylo.

Ricky: Now what?

Chev: Now you say shit!

Carlito: Where the fuck were you?!

Ricky: [''Plunges syringe into Chev's neck''; ''Shoots Carlito and climbs into helicopter''] Who's the bitch, now?! No, no! You fly, motherfucker! Motherfuckin fly!

Chev: You're dead!

Ricky: [''Chev and Ricky are fighting in the airborne helicopter and they fall out in free fall still fighting''] Oh my God! You're dead! You're dead, motherfucker!

Chev: [''Chev then snaps Ricky's neck who drifts away lifeless and Chev then makes a phone call''] Thought I'd told you I'd kill you, you little bitch!

Chev: [''Chev lands on a vehicle, bounces onto the road and a heartbeat is heard''] Hey, its Eve. I'm glad you called but I'm not here. Leave a message, unless you're selling something cause I'm not interested. If you're not, then just... Wait, time's up. Hey, doll... Looks like I let you down, again. Seems like all my life I've just been going... going... going... I wish I'd taken more time to stop and smell the roses, so to speak. Well, I guess it's too late for that now. You're the greatest, baby.

Chev: I'm looking for something which begins with E.

Pharmacist: [[w:England|England] ]?

Chev: [[w:History of catecholamine research|Some kind of artificial adrenaline] Very funny. No. ].

Pharmacist: Artificial adrenaline?

Chev: Yeah, I've got heart problems.

Pharmacist: [[w:Epinephrine|Epinephrine] ].

Chev: Yes! Epinephrine. I love you. Epinephrine.

Pharmacist: I can't give you epinephrine.

Chev: Why?! Hey!

Pharmacist: Just a minute.

Chev: [''Noticing [[w:Decongestant|nasal decongestant] Oi! What do you mean... ] nearby] What is this shit?!

Chester: Nasal spray.

Chev: Miserable bitch! What?!

Chester: Nasal spray. It's got epinephrine in it. It'll get you tweaked, man.

Police: Sure that's the guy?

Hospital staff: Yeah.

Chev: This room's clear.

Hospital security: [''Chev gives chase''] Yo, yo, yo! Yo! Stop! Stop! Jerk-off!

Chev: [''Points gun at hospital orderly pushing a cart''] Coming through! I know you motherfuckers have epinephrine. Clear the hallway! I'm having a bad day. Tell me you've got epinephrine on this cart!

Orderly: You all right?

Chev: Tell me you've got epinephrine! Motherfucker!

Orderly: I don't know. I'll check.

Chev: Get back!

Orderly: Take it easy!

Chev: [[w:American English|Do you understand fucking English] ]?

Orderly: Yes, I just don't know which drawer it's in.

Chev: Come on, look! Give me the fucking epinephrine!

Orderly: I don't know where it is, man!

Chev: What is this, a rest home? What are you doing?! Hurry up! Get back!

Orderly: [[w:Health insurance in the United States|We can't treat without insurance] ]. I don't know if I have it, give me a second!

Hospital security: Put the weapon down!

Chev: What the fuck?! Where the fuck is it? My heart!

Orderly: What?

Chev: My heart!

Orderly: Yeah, yeah.

Hospital security: Drop your weapon now! What do you think you're doing? This is...

Chev: Shut up! You! Gimme the epinephrine? Don't even think about it!

Orderly: [[w:Albuterol|Albuterol; [w:Barbiturate|Flortab] ]... ]... Epinephrine! Here it is! I've got it! Here you go.

Chev: Gimme that.

Orderly: Asshole.

Chev: [''Referring to [[w:Defibrillation|defibrillator paddles] I'm not gonna tell you again. ...all right? Just be quiet. Juice me.

Orderly: Juice?

Chev: Do it.

Orderly: All right.

Chev: Come on! I haven't got all day. Okay, I need both of them to... give them to me.

Orderly: One. Two. Clear!

Chev: [''Orderly defibrillates Chev causing him to shoot backwards into the elevator and the doors close''; ''Chev becomes hyper-adrenalised and runs maniacally out of the hospital''] Get the fuck back! Get out! How much of this stuff did he say to take?

Doc Miles: Chevy, we're in the air, man. Did you get the stuff?

Chev: Got it.

Doc Miles: Did you take it?

Chev: Yup.

Doc Miles: You took the whole thing.

Chev: Yup.

Doc Miles: I said 1/5th oḟ ạ syrịṇge. The shit's gonna kill you.

Chev: Right.

Doc Miles: Chest on fire?

Chev: Check.

Doc Miles: But you're cold.

Chev: Check.

Doc Miles: [[w:erection|got a steel hard on] And you've ], don't you?

Chev: Let me check. Check.

Doc Miles: [[w:Urethral sphincters|Urinary sphincter] Your blood vessels are stimulated. ]'s so tight, you couldn't piss to save your life.

Chev: Urinary sphincter, check!

Doc Miles: [[w:Hydrocodone/paracetamol|Vicodin] Get some ]. You at the hospital?

Chev: Negative.

Doc Miles: Get some grass. That shit'll be out of your system in 30 minutes, or it'll kill you. This is costing me a fortune. I'll call you in 20 minutes when we land.

Chev: Copy.

Doc Miles: Hey, Chevy? You're a good dude. Been nice knowing you.

Chev: Copy, out.

Newscaster: [''A [[w:Facial composite|particularly well-done police sketch; ''Chev then walks up to [[w:California Highway Patrol|a police highway patrolman on a motorcycle] Some medical emergency. Police have declined to name the man they say is still at large, on a citywide rampage that has left one man dead, dozens injured, and hundreds of thousands of dollars of damage... in it's smoking, bloody wake. ] of Chev appears] The suspect is a professional killer... with ties to organized crime and a long police record. He is considered armed and highly dangerous. We now continue with regularly scheduled programming, but stay tuned for continuing coverage of this bizarre story, as it unfolds... ] and steals his firearm]

Patrolman: Oh, shit!

Chev: Take it easy. Get back, pig!

Patrolman: I... just give me the...

Chev: Come on, then. Let's see you run, piggy. Come on, piggy.

Patrolman: Give me the gun. Let's talk this over.

Chev: [''Chev steals the motorcycle with the patrolman hanging and sparks flying from boots and Chev drives off and deliberately crashes the motorcycle''] Yeah, you want it? There. Let's go, come on.

Doc Miles: Hey, Chev. My flight's delayed.

Chev: Shit!

Doc Miles: [[w:ephedrine|ephedrine] It's all right. Relax. I mean, don't relax. That shit they gave you is cutting off your adrenaline. Excitement, fear, danger. It causes your body to make a chemical called ]. They introduced an inhibitor to your system.

Chev: Fuck!

Doc Miles: [[w:Adrenaline|epinephrine] Dude, you've got to massively increase the ephedrine levels in your body, to force out the inhibitors. Go to a hospital. Get ], an artificial adrenaline. It comes in 10-milligram syringes. It's potent, so don't overdo it. A 5th of an injection will do. Chevy? Did you get that? Did you get that?

Chev: Yeah, epi-something.

Doc Miles: Okay, okay. I've gotta go. Now, I'll call you when I get there.

Orlando: Yo, Chevy...

Chev: Where's Verona? Talk!

Orlando: What about?!

Chev: Don't fuck with me!

Orlando: I'm not! Just calm down!

Chev: Don't tell me to calm down!

Orlando: Fuck, man!

Henchman: [[w:White trash|a white nigger] Orlando? You all right? Hey, there's ] with a gun up in here!

Orlando: Just be still, motherfuckers! You see that? I'm trying to help you here, man.

Chev: I gotta find Ricky Verona.

Orlando: Why would I know where Verona is?

Chev: [''All henchman come thronging into washroom pointing all their guns at Chev''] Yeah, yeah. You don't know, but you're gonna tell me. Or I'm gonna blow your brains into the fuckin toilet! I'm gonna fucking kill him!

Orlando: [[w:Somali Civil War|them Somalia niggers] Whoa! Put your guns down! The white man is cool! The white man is... The white man is cool! Y'all like ]. Now look, Chevy came here to discuss something. We gonna discuss this shit in a civilized manner. Chevy? You had a question? Or a point to make?

Chev: Where's Verona?

Orlando: [[w:Kane Spring, California|Anselmo] Okay, I'm not affiliated with Ricky Verona. You pulled the ] job together.

Chev: Don't fuckin bullshit me!

Orlando: Easy! Easy! Easy! All right? Look, you're operating under a false pretence. Ricky and I did not pull... the Anslemo job together. Ricky fucked me on the Anselmo job. In fact, Ricky Verona still owes me $7,5000.

Chev: Not how I heard it.

Orlando: [[w:Gucci|the Gucci] But that's the way it is. So, you see, I don't know where Verona is. If I did, I'd probably be there right now, beating ] off his ass.

Chev: All right. All right. That's what I'm talking about. That's almost civilized.

Orlando: Shit, dude. What's wrong with you?

Chev: Just give me some coke. You got any coke?

Orlando: Now you're gonna insult me.

Chev: Come on, I don't have time! Just give me something. I'm really dying, here.

Orlando: I can see that.

Chev: I'm really fucking dying!

Ọrlạṇdo: [[w:List of cocaine analogues|this is medicinal-use coke] You saying ]?

Çhev: Ṭhạṭ's rịght.

Orlando: Well?!

Chev: What?!

Orlando: [''Chev throws out some dollar bills''; ''Chev opens coke bag spilling contents on floor''] This shit ain't free, nigga. That's enough. What, you gonna do the shit right here? Oh God! Chevy... What the... oh, that's good, that's good. That's good right? Why you looking for Verona anyway?

Chev: Some Chinese assholes hired him to kill me. This is about Don Kim. What do you know about it?

Orlando: I know you pulled the trigger.

Chev: Of course I pulled the trigger. Why wouldn't I pull the fuckin trigger?

Orlando: Whoa... yo, Chelios, you good?

Chev: This shit ain't working.

Orlando: Excuse me?

Chev: I know what I have to do.

Orlando: Well, shit. A man's got to do what a man's got to do. What is it you gotta do?

Chev: I gotta kick some black ass.

Orlando: What?! Shit! There he goes again.

Chev: [[w:Reverse racism|Who wants white meat; ''Chev fights Orlando's associates while going to his car and drives off''] ]?!

Orlando's associates: You ain't got shit, motherfucker! Put that fuckin twig down, bitch! Faggot! Get the fuck out of here, bitch!

Chev: [''Answers phone''] Doc? What's up, Doc?

Ricky: You motherfucker! Why aren't you dead yet?! What the fuck you doing?!

Chev: Coming for you. Fucking believe me. Whatever.

Ricky: [[w:List of James Bond villains|that gay James Bond tape] I'll be waiting, but you won't make it. You should know that I'm all about hooking up with that mystery girl, you've been banging. Soon as you're underground. I forgot to say so on ] I left.

Chev: What and then you're gonna rape my grandmother? Blah blah fuckin blah you lịttle mug. You listen to me. What do you think Carlito will do when he finds out what you did? Your whole crew is history!

Pursuing police cruiser: Driver, pull over!

Chev: Fuck! Great.

Ricky: You talking about Carlito? Because me and Carlito, we're boys now. We're tight.

Chev: Tight, like when your brother fucked you in 3rd grade?

Ricky: That's snappy. But I did you pretty good, didn't I Chelios? Admit it. We'll see.

Pursuing police cruiser: Pull over!

Chev: Know what the best part is? Sorry, must go. Bye-bye. Yeah. Doctor Miles. Fuck! What took you so long? Jesus Christ. Sorry Chevy I just got the message. Okay. Forget it. Listen, I'm dying! I've been poisoned with some Chinese synthetic shit. What? You've gotta fucking do something for me.

Doc Miles: What are your symptoms?

Chev: It's like I'm slowing down.

Doc Miles: Stuck in tar. Blurred vision?

Chev: Yeah.

Doc Miles: Dizzy?

Chev: Sure.

Doc Miles: Any pain in your chest?

Chev: Not really. I feel good right now.

Doc Miles: What are you doing?

Chev: Driving through a mall cops chasing me.

Doc Miles: The adrenaline is what's keeping you alive.

Chev: Having a little trouble hearing you.

Doc Miles: You got to keep moving, Chevy.

Chev: Explain.

Doc Miles: [[w:adrenal gland|the adrenal gland; [w:Sensory neuron|it's receptors] If I'm right they gave you the “Beijing cocktail”. It's very nasty shit. It works on ], blocks ]. The only thing you can do to slow it down, is to keep the flow of adrenaline constant. Meaning if you stop you die.

Chev: Hang on.

Doc Miles: Jesus! What... Are you there? Are you okay?

Chev: What'd you say Doc? If you stop, you die!

Doc Miles: That's what I'm trying to do. Keep moving, keep the blood pumping. Chevy, you there?

Chev: Every time I slow down it's like my veins start to rust.

Doc Miles: Did you take anything?

Chev: Couple grams of coke.

Doc Miles: That's a start.

Chev: I'll be in L.A. In an hour.