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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: Orlando? You all right? Hey, there's a white nigger 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: Whoa! Put your guns down! The white man is cool! The white man is... The white man is cool! Y'all like them Somalia niggers. 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: Okay, I'm not affiliated with Ricky V

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Chev: [Jumps with clothes on ịṇto the pool of Carlito's penthouse condominium where he is swimming] Hey, boss. Something urgent has come up. Carlito: So I've heard. Word travels fast. Chev: Carlito, I need your help. I don't have a lot of time. Carlito: No, not much. Chev: We've gotta find an antidote, or something. What's the matter? Carlito: That shit they gave you... It's that Chinese shit. There is no antidote. Chev: What, that's it? Carlito: Honestly, you should be dead already. It's a miracle. Chev: A miracle? Carlito: We give that shit to horses. Chev: You don't have to be so damn fucking cool about it. Carlito: What do you expect me to do? Chev: Find that punk Verona, and his whole fucking crew, and feed them to a cage of wolverines. What is this? What, are you boys now or something? Carlito: Verona? That's a small time punk. Not to say that this isn't an opportunity. Chev: Opportunity?! Carlito: Everyone knows the love I have for you, Chev. But maybe this makes up for the Don

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Doc Miles: Hey, Chev. My flight's delayed. Chev: Shit! Doc Miles: 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 ephedrine. They introduced an inhibitor to your system. Chev: Fuck! Doc Miles: Dude, you've got to massively increase the ephedrine levels in your body, to force out the inhibitors. Go to a hospital. Get epinephrine, 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.

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Chev: How'd you like that one, tough guy? How frickin' awesome was that, huh? Well, well, well. You feel like talking? Where's your fuckin' brother? Aaron: Doing your mother like a whore, you bitch! Chev: Nice. I wonder how many steaks I could carve out of you. Aaron: You died, motherfucker! Yeah, wanna fuck with me, ese? Chev: What, you rolling pin mighty good? Aaron: What the hell you think you doing, huh? What, you want to dance with me, motherfucker? I'll fuck you up! Come on! [Chev executes Aaron with his own gun] Chev: Jesus! Nothing's easy. Wanna hold hands? [Throws Aaron's hand to Kaylo] Ricky: [Answers phone] Hey, talk to me, bro. Chev: Hey, Ricky. How much for sucking me off? Are you in the mood? Maybe let me lick your ass or something? Aaron: Who is this?! Shit! Chelios?! Is this fucking Chelios?! Chev: That's right, bro. Guess how I got your brother's phone? I'm sure you have it all figured out. Looks like you should've cut me up when you had the chance. I'm having a little

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Chev: I'm looking for something which begins with E. Pharmacist: England? Chev: Very funny. No. Some kind of artificial adrenaline. Pharmacist: Artificial adrenaline? Chev: Yeah, I've got heart problems. Pharmacist: Epinephrine. Chev: Yes! Epinephrine. I love you. Epinephrine. Pharmacist: I can't give you epinephrine. Chev: Why?! Hey! Pharmacist: Just a minute. Chev: Oi! What do you mean... [Noticing nasal decongestant 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.

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Police: Sure that's the guy? Hospital staff: Yeah. Chev: This room's clear. Hospital security: Yo, yo, yo! [Chev gives chase] Yo! Stop! Stop! Jerk-off! Chev: Coming through! [Points gun at hospital orderly pushing a cart] 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: 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: 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. Ho

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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 microw

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Cab driver: Hey man, what's the matter with you? You a crackhead? Chev: Right, just step on it, all right? Cab driver: You're won't die in my cab, crackhead. I got something for you. Take this Haitian shit. This shit is some hardcore shit. It's made from plant shit. Hey, what are you laughing at? Look at this. You see that? That's what a man look like, crackhead. That's power. Now look at you. What the hell. Yeah. Chev: It tastes like ass. Cab driver: That's right, devil. You wait... We're here. Chev: What'd you say was in this stuff? Cab driver: I told you, it's hardcore. It's $5.55. It's all you, man. Have a nice day, devil.

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Carlito henchman: [Ends a call on Don Kim's shirt factory rooftop] Fucking call me talking shit! I'm doing my job. I'm doing my shit. I'm up here chillin', doing what I do. I'm a rooftop mother- [Chev comes up behind the Carlito henchman lightly pushing him and pointing a gun at his forehead] hey, Chevy! What's up, dog? You chillin'? You good? What a coincidence! Chev Chelio: What do you mean? Carlito henchman: What, you waiting for a bus? Chev Chelio: Actually, I thought a helicopter... what is this? Carlito henchman: What? Chev Chelio: You working for the Chinese? Carlito henchman: The Chinese?! You crazy? I wouldn't do that to you. Chev Chelio: I am crazy. Where's Kaylo? [Raises up both hands] Okay, ding. Time's up. Carlito henchman: [Chev lunges at the henchman] What do you mean, "ding"?! [Chev grabs the henchman] What do you mean, "ding"?! [Chev throws the henchman off the roof] Chev Chelio: Where is that motherfucker?! [Chev then goes some floors below and appears before three Ca

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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] Where are you going?! [He gets out] Chev Chelio: Stay there, honey. [He walks into a hardware store and Eve finds him hammering nails into his leg] 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.