Jason Statham credited as playing...
Chev Chelios
- Chev Chelios: Do you think I've got 'cunt' written on my forehead?
- ["Cunt" appears on his forehead as he asks]
- [last lines]
- Chev Chelios: Hey doll, looks like I let you down again. It's like all my life I've just been going, going, going. Wish I'd taken more time to stop and smell the roses so to speak. Guess it's too late for that now. You're the greatest, baby.
- Doc Miles: [Chev is running on the street, high on epinephrine and talking to Doc on a cellphone] Chevy?
- Chev Chelios: Yep.
- Doc Miles: Hey, we're in the air man. Did you get the stuff I told you to get?
- Chev Chelios: Got it!
- Doc Miles: Did you take it?
- Chev Chelios: Took it.
- Doc Miles: You took the whole goddamned thing, didn't you?
- Chev Chelios: Yep.
- Doc Miles: I said a fifth of a syringe. That shit's gonna kill you.
- Chev Chelios: Right.
- Doc Miles: Is your chest on fire?
- Chev Chelios: Check.
- Doc Miles: But you're cold?
- Chev Chelios: Check.
- Doc Miles: And you've got a steel hard-on, don't you?
- Chev Chelios: Well let me check. Check!
- Doc Miles: Well, that's the stimulation of your blood vessels. Your urinary sphincter's tight as a knot right now. You couldn't piss to save your life.
- Chev Chelios: Urinary sphincter? Check!
- Chev Chelios: What is this stuff?
- Doc Miles: Synthetic ephedrine diluted with some saline.
- Chev Chelios: Feels sort of good.
- Doc Miles: Yeah well. I got a little Meth in there too, so that's the endorphins you feel running to your brain.
- Chev Chelios: Wait a minute so I'm not better?
- Doc Miles: Fuck no you're not better. You're in such shit shape it's stunning. I can't belive your hearts still beating. Shit should be in a fucking medical journal.
- Arab Cabbie: You're not getting into my cab wet.
- Chev Chelios: I gave you 200 dollars to wait for 3 minutes.
- Arab Cabbie: You're not getting into my car, no way!
- [Chev pulls cabbie out of the car and tosses him into the road pointing at him, yelling]
- Chev Chelios: Al Qaeda, Al Qaeda!
- Arab Cabbie: I love America! I love Bush!
- [the local citizens attack the cabbie]
- Chev Chelios: [Eve abruptly stops a blow job as he drives] What's the matter?
- Eve: So you can fall asleep like you always do? I don't think so.
- Chev Chelios: [screams and hits the gas pedal] Jesus, fuck!
- Chev Chelios: I know what I'm going to have to do.
- Orlando: What's that?
- Chev Chelios: I'm going to have to kick some black ass.
- Verona: What's up, corpse?
- Chev Chelios: Bonjour, douchebag. I thought you might be interested in a little deal.
- Verona: Are you a dealer? Is that what you are now?
- Chev Chelios: Don't worry about what I am. Listen, I want the antidote.
- Verona: Oh... Oh, the antidote?
- Chev Chelios: That's right, the antidote.
- Verona: What are you prepared to give me, asshole?
- Chev Chelios: How about the jewelry I got off that faggot brother of yours, you fucking cocksucker?
- Verona: Hmm.
- Chev Chelios: Don't pop a blood vessel, you little penis.
- Verona: All right.
- Chev Chelios: Oh, you like that deal don't you?
- Verona: Yeah, whatever.
- Chev Chelios: Well. I'll be at the downtown Lint in 20 minutes. You know the spot?
- Verona: Yeah I know it.
- Chev Chelios: Well don't be late or I'll trade this thing in to some whore for a fuckin' hand-job.
- Verona: Look, I said I'll fuckin' be...
- [throwing punches everywhere and yelling]
- Verona: I'll fuckin' be there!
- Chev Chelios: See you later sunshine.
- Chev Chelios: [hears Orlando's voice from Asian man in elevator] Orlando?
- Orlando: You a persistent motherfucker, Chev Chelios. I'll give you that. They pop you and you just keep getting up?
- Chev Chelios: I'm the Terminator.
- Haitian Cabbie: Hey man. What's the matter with you? You a crackhead?
- Chev Chelios: Right... just step on it, alright?
- Haitian Cabbie: Hey, you not gonna die in my cab, crackhead.
- [the HAITIAN CABBIE opens up his glove compartment and takes something out. CHEV'S eyes widen. A gun?]
- Haitian Cabbie: I got something for you.
- [as the CABBIE turns around CHEV experiences a FLASH HALLUCINATION: The CABBIE'S face is painted like a PSYCHEDELIC VOODOO SKULL in GLOWING BLACK LIGHT PAINT. He is grinning crazily. CHEV flinches in horror, but just like that the CABBIE is back to normal. He hands CHEV a vial of liquid]
- Haitian Cabbie: You drink this Haitian shit, crackhead. This right here is some hardcore shit. Made from plant shit.
- Chev Chelios: [laughing] Nice.
- Chev Chelios: [lowers gun] Congratulations.
- Don Kim: Did I win something?
- Chev Chelios: Your life, jackass.
- Chev Chelios: Does it look like I got cunt written on my head? Who do you think you are fucking with?