Efren RamirezQuotes

Eve: Be careful. All right. I'm gonna get some help, all right? Yeah. Hey, did you try to call?

Chev: You've been home all day?

Eve: I was sleeping in.

Chev: Sleeping in. That's great, Eve. Super great. You all rested, now? Glad to hear it. Listen, I've been fatally poisoned. A psychopath's on his way over to torture and kill you, but don't get out of bed, I'll be over in a flash. Could you fry up a waffle?

Eve: Sure, yeah. Come on over. I'll be here.

Chev: Right, you'll be there. Okay.

Eve: Bye.

Thug 1: So, let's go get the bitch!

Thug 2: Come on, please!

Thug 3: All right, all right. Jesus!

Eve: Oh my God! Is this your new look or something?

Chev: Yeah, you into it?

Eve: It's gross. Are you looking for my other boyfriend?

Chev: Yes! You haven't watched TV today, right?

Eve: No, why?

Chev: Didn't think so. Come on, we're leaving.

Eve: Don't be such a freak.

Chev: Get dressed.

Eve: Actually, can you change the clock on the microwave? I never changed it back.

Chev: What?

Eve: The microwave. Can you change the clock? The daylight savings time, I never changed it back.

Chev: The microwave?

Eve: Yes.

Chev: Listen. I bought some flowers. They got fucked up on the way over.

Eve: That's sweet! You okay? You look like you're on drugs or something.

Chev: You love me, yeah?

Eve: Yes.

Chev: Then I need you to do something for me.

Eve: What? What's wrong?

Chev: I need you to put some clothes on and come with me, right now.

Eve: No.

Chev: I'll change the clock on the microwave.

Eve: Okay. All right.

Chev: Shit's wearing off.

Eve: The waffle iron's on if you want to make one.

Chev: Great.

Eve: [[w:Cannabis (drug)|some pot] Great. You're so stressed out. Want ], or something?

Chev: [''Chev deliberately burns himself on the waffle iron''] Yeah! Ready!

Eve: What's wrong?!

Chev: I burned my hand.

Eve: Oh, my God! Let me see it!

Chev: Don't worry about it. Hey!

Eve: What the...

Chev: I'm sorry. That was completely uncalled for. Can we just...

Eve: Fine. Parked out the back. Darn! That... thing.

Chev: What thing?

Eve: The waffle thing, I gotta turn it off. Hello? Hello?

Chev: All right, very funny.

Eve: God, I hate that. Do you want to burn the building down? Ouch!

Chev: Sorry, honey.

Eve: [''Chev has noticed the ṇeạrby thugs and deliberately spills the purse contents of Eve's purse to ḟịght them''; [w:Tiger Balm|Tiger Balm] Nice one, Chev. Oh, there's my ]. I swear to God, Chev. I don't know what you're on, but it isn't working for you. My hand cream! That's where you went. Chev? Can I have some help, here? Where's your car?

Chev: Actually, I took a cab.

Eve: This isn't gonna be... This isn't gonna be easy, as they say.

Chev: Oh, fucker.

Eve: All right, here it is.

Chev: [[w:video game programmer|I was a video game programmer] Sorry. I told you ].

Eve: Yeah?

Chev: That was a lie. Actually... I kill people. Professional hitman. I freelance for a major West Coast crime syndicate. Last night was a job like 100 others. High dollar hit, nothing special. The Triads from Hong Kong had been moving in on the local drug cartels. My target was the number one man in L.A., Don Kim.

Don Kim: Well? What are you waiting for?

Chev: [[w:11 mm caliber|like a .45 slug] Then, this insane idea comes in the back of my head, ] at close range.

Chev: [''Chev relents in killing Don Kim''] Congratulations.

Don Kim: Did I win something?

Chev: Your life, jackass.

Chev: So, sooner or later it's gonna happen, but I'm not doing it.

Eve: I see.

Chev: Instead you're gonna do something for me. You're gonna get out of town, disappear. I don't care where you go or what you do, so long as you're invisible for 48 hours. That's all I ask. Or, if you prefer, we can do it the other way. The way where I go to work, and you meet Buddha. See... I quit. I quit the business for you.

Eve: For me?

Chev: Yeah. I figure I call you that night and tell you everything. We get on a plane, leave this shit, never come back. Pretty crazy, huh?

Eve: You are so weird.

Eve: Are we going on a trip?

Chev: Well... I might be going on a trip, but you're not coming with me...

Chev: Please! Wait, please!

Eve: Mob hits, Chev?! Chinese poison?! Do you know how ridiculous you sound?! If you're gonna break up with me, at least you can tell me the truth! What's wrong with you?!

Chev: Wait a minute, you trust me?!

Eve: No.

Chev: [''Chev begins to succumb to the ''“Beijing cocktail”'', then grabs Eve''; [w:Sexual intercourse|Make love to me] ].

Eve: What?!

Chev: I think it'll help.

Eve: What? Are you kidding? Get off me!

Chev: Take your clothes off.

Eve: No! No!

Chev: You said you wanted to be more spontaneous!

Eve: You're crazy! You're an adrenaline junkie with no soul!

Chev: Save me, Eve. Save my life!

Eve: [''Punches him''; ''Ċhev grạbs her ạgạịṇ''] Stop it! I'm sorry. Oh my God, are you okay? Are you okay? No! No!

Chev: Shit!

Eve: [''Chev gets on top of her''] Get off! You filthy animal! Take me right here, in front of everyone! That's it! Come on! Do it! What are you waiting for?!

Chev: Jesus! Come on! I'm trying! Shush!

Eve: Oh, God! Now you can't get it up? Come on, get it up!

Chev: I'll fucking get it up!

Eve: Goddammit, Chev!

Chev: [''Starts vigorously [[w:Doggy style|doggy-styling; ''All the passerbys all cheer in synchronity of Chev and he answers phone''] Shut up! ] Eve and pumps with fists] I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive, you motherfuckers! Oh, my God! Wow! Oh, my God! Yes! Yeah?

Eve: What are you doing?!

Chev: Yeah.

Kaylo: I've got Verona!

Chev: Kaylo?!

Kaylo: I've got Verona, man.

Chev: What? No shit? Where are you?

Kaylo: Don Kim's shirt factory, upstairs.

Eve: What's the matter with you?!

Chev: [[w:Alameda Street|Alameda] 5th and ]?

Eve: Who's at 5th and Alameda?!

Chev: Don't let that fucker out of your sight! Hear me? With you in 10 minutes. You got it?!

Kaylo: Yeah, Chev.

Chev: [''Hangs up phone''; ''Leaves''] Honey, I gotta go. I'll call you!

Eve: [''To bystanders''] Oh God, what are you looking at?!