Did I just drop some change... [grabs Johnny Vang by neck] ...or did I hear a chink?
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3 quotesYou pair of sausage nigels! How do you sleep at night?
This isn't my **** pumper! Becomes deeply revulsed] What is that? What kind of sick freak carries around something like this in a box? I am shocked to my ****in' core. You have got some big problems, mother****er. [Drops cooler on ground] What the **** is that?
Scenes with Chev Chelios
17 scenesHow long can we keep him alive?
Maybe long time. He die hard with a vengeance.
Big Boss need to harvest his cornucopia of organs for later. Lungs, pancreas, bladder...
What comes out next?
Boss gave specific order. [Doctor points to a diagram and circles the reproductive organ with Chev fully aware of the intentions]
Oh, you big **** English. Strong like horse.
**** that. [He proceeds to brutally assault the two doctors before escaping]
You Lost?
Nope. [Parries the gun out of the gunman's hand and slams his forearm in his face knocking him out]
Alright, Chow Mein. Who do you work for?!
**** you, Chelios! [Chev whacks him with the butt of the shotgun]
**** grunt! [Dips shotgun barrel in oil, pulls down the thug's pants, makes a face like; I-can't-believe-I'm-going-to-enjoy-doing-this and then brutally rams the shotgun up his anus] You found me in quite an unpleasant mood this morning, mate. Now I'm going to ask you this question one time. Who's got my **** strawberry tart?! [Thug looks at him confused and Chev points to his heart while an on-screen subtitle says "strawberry tart=heart"] Capische?! [The thug starts stuttering] J- j- j- j- just spit the **** name out! [Starts further ramming the shotgun in the thug's ass and starts wiggling it]
Johnny Vang!
Johnny **** Vang?! JOHNNY **** VANG?! Good boy! Where?!
Cypress Social Club!
Cypress-Cypress Social Club? Now you're sure about that, ain't ya?! [Thug nods head]
Good boy! Thanks for coming! Now you can keep that! [Leaves the shotgun up the thug's ass and walks away]
Yeah, Doc. It's Chev.
Jesus H. Chelios! You've gotta be kidding me!
Listen, I'm deadly ****in' serious, Doc. These Triad mother****ers cut out my ****in' heart and put in one of those plastic artificial jobs.
You got an artificial heart?
Do you think I'm having a ****in' laugh?!
No-No-No, but you got to admit, it's a little out there, dude.
Yeah, you take your ****in' time, Doc.
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.
Yeah, sure, Doc. No problem. So what's my next ****in' move?
Well, we got to get a real heart put back in you preferably your own.
I'm on it.
Okay, you're on it.
Doc! Jesus **** Christ!
I'm-I'm sorry. Sorry. Does-Does-- Let me-- Does that thing have a a-a-a a belt battery pack?
Check.
How many bars are showing?
One.
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 ****in' 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 ****in' sense to you, Chevy?
It's **** Greek, Doc.
Greek. Look, you got to keep your body electrically charged to keep that piece of shit pumpin'.
Copy that.
Hey, Chev.
Yeah.
I'm stoked you're alive, dude.
I'll get back to you, Doc.
Yeah, well, y- Call me.
****!
Hey-Hey-Hey! That's a nice car.
I don't suppose you know where the Cypress Social Club is, do you?
Man, **** that shit, puto. Let's race, ese.
Don't you tempt me, ****er. What I need from you is directions. Oh, shit. Shit! [Chev rams a concret barrier and goes flying through windshield]
Damn, dog. You good, esé?
Tiger **** Woods. Never better. Greatest day of my **** life. You gents couldnt point me in the direction of the Cypress Social Club, could ya?
Well, you ain't too far. You go down Orange for, like, two miles and then you're there, homes.
Cool. You mind givin' me a jump? Just juice me. [Clamps jump cables to his nipples]
Hey, Menudo, where's the ****in' Social Club? [They are silent] Uh, dondé esta La Social Club? [One points to house]
Buénos nachos, white boy.
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You Johnny Vang? [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]
Go!
No sucky ****y for your asshole! [Grabs broken bicycle] **** suck face! **** whore! Shrimp dick! BB balls! [Rams bicycle repeatedly on man's crotch] Chicken fat! [Two Triad thugs pull up] What you two ****s looking at?!
Get lost bitch.
**** you! [To Triad, about Chev] This dude my Kevin Costner! He going to beat you off!
What?!
Where's Johnny Vang?
You looking to get your ass killed dog?!
You ask for it, he's gonna tap your ass!
Wrong expression.
You ain't tappin' my ass! [Points gun]
[Chev parries the gun out of the hood and beats both hoods with them running to their vehicle] There you go, cupcake. [Ria jumps on Chev's back trying to kiss him and Chev pushes her off] **** no balling for me today, thanks. There goes my ride!
What's that, **** ****-onese?! I'd rather stick my dick in a blender!
Johnny Vang?
Yes.
Where? [She points down street]
Hey, dude, why do you run?! Wait for me!
Get out of the **** car! Out!
Get your own station wagon, asshole! Get the **** off! Damn!
****!
You taking it too fast with me!
Which way?!
I want you to take it slow.
Which way?
Hey! Hey! You didn't ask name!
Shut up a minute, for ****'s sake! Where is he?! Johnny Vang?!
Yes. [Points]
Eve? Eve. Here, baby. Eve! [Takes her hand]
Chev.
Hey. I need you to take your ****in' hands off Lemon now, man.
Who the **** are you?
Who the **** am I? Who the **** are you? Do you know this guy, Lemon?
Lemon?
You were dead. Uh... I'm...uh, I'm so confused right now. What's that ticking sound?
Yeah, what is that sound? You're kinda weird, tick-man. It's time for you to go!
Randy? Randy? Come here.
Not you. Babe, it's not--
Who the **** is that?
Ah, some whore. ****, no. That was a mistake. Oh, ****. Look she's helpin' me find my heart.
Yeah. What?!
Go away! Come on, let's go. What? Oh, you dozy ****.
I'm up for that, when we've all had a drink.
Should I duck?
Yeah. [A gun battle ensues]
...
Shall I bypass the formalities?
Of course.
Who do you work for and what the **** do they want with me?
EI Huron.
English! What's a ****in' ee-el-who-done?
It's a ferret. He wants you alive... so he can watch you die.
Oh, yeah? Why?
I don't know. Doesn't everybody?
Shut up. Ooh, you lucky bastard.
Why didn't you call me?
Like **** I didn't. Didn't you get my message? [Scene of answering machine playing distorted blowing wind as Chev was free falling from helicopter]
No! Where have you been for the last three months? I thought you were dead.
I fell a mile out of a helicopter. It's a long story.
No way! You know what? That's totally possible. I saw this video on YouTube where this guy's parachute doesn't open and he falls like fourteen thousand feet and he lives.
Yes baby, I know it's possible because I ****in' did it!
Since when were you on the Internet?
You know, a lot of things have changed since you died.
I didn't ****in' die.
Well, that's besides the point, isn't it? [To Pepper] Get off!
Ooh!
Where are we going, Chev?
I don't know. I need to find that slant from the club, the one with the red cooler.
Are you talking about Johnny Vang?
Do you know Johnny Vang?
I know his ass. He's got that box with him all the time.
Chev Chelios: That box. I need it.
I can bet on my grandma's coochie he's at the horse track.
Dude, you gonna put Johnny Vang on ice?
Maybe.
That's so ****in' sexy.
****in' dead.
Damn it. Do me. I'll do you.
Bitch.
I got to get a hold... I've got to call Doc. I need a cell phone.
Why didn't you just say it? I have a cell phone. Here.
You got a cell phone. I got you. Okay?
You've got to work for the things that... Chevy?
I lost the belt battery, Doc.
How long ago?
Over an hour
Jesus Christ, that's not ****in' possible, Chevy. You should be dea... ****, never mind. Look... it's a wireless system, so any kind of low-level electrical shock to your skin should juice it. At least temporarily. Hey, Chev I'm a certified heart surgeon. Well, I... I was. I lost my license after I **** up my ex-wife's vaginal rejuvenation procedure in our basement. That's irrelevant right now. The point is if you can get hold of your heart, I'm reasonably sure I can put it back in for you.
Okay, Doc. I'll be in touch when I find that Chinese **** that's got me pump. That you even had to choose between Phyllis and me. Chinese?
Sharon, I just shut down, okay? I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. Hey, Chocolate would you get off your fat ass and get dressed?
Why?
Do you have any idea... how silly Is Doc Miles gonna have to choke a bitch? Do you know that I was waiting for those results, too? I needed to put things in perspective.
Oh, you needed? I see, you needed. I think I know who we're dealing with. That's how you do things now.
"Hell, no, we won't blow!"
For ****'s sake move! Jesus. Shit! What the ****! Shit!
That's right! You're gonna pay me by the inch, bitch! You make a living! We want to make a living! You carry a weapon! We carry weapons... in our pants. Sick and tired of this! Pay me my ****in' wages, mother ****ers! Droppin' loads on all of your silly wages! They need their money. What, do you want me to **** this car? What, do you want me to **** this car? [Pornstar actress is on windshield] Suck my ****in' tits!
Get off the car!
I'm gonna bang that bitch in the back!
Hi.
We're just sick and tired of this! Just because it's porn doesn't mean we all want to do it! We like to get paid for it!
This is a weird scene. We've got pissed-off beaver everywhere. [Chev takes off] We're on pursuit.
Whoa! "Oh!"
****!
...
Sit! Good... I'm just makin' sure. Whatever. Dude, he's totally doing what he's supposed to.
Well, he's got to know who's in charge.
Dude! Come on!
He's gonna eat somebody's baby and you're gonna be in... No, dude, chill. Uh, you're gonna get sued.
He's totally doing what he's supposed. to be doing. Come on.
Whatever. I wanted a cat.
****!
See? Way better than a cat, man.
Whatever.
Who's this ****in' asshole? You pair of sausage-Nigels. How do you sleep at night?
Who is this guy?
I'm from PETA. This is animal cruelty, you ****ers. Hello, there.
Hey, give that back, you liberal freak.
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah.
Um... Dude.
****in' shame on you two.
That's two hundred and fifty dollars. I tell you.
You pair of ****s. Press the **** button.
Well, take it back. Hit him.
Not so bad.
Disgusting.
Morning. Mom would be so proud. Sorry about that. Give me that thing.
No.
Yeah, there you go. Go on.
Ruff, ruff, ruff ruff, ruff ruff! If you don't press that ****in' button, you're goin' in the pond.
I'm pressing it. Press it!
Come on, what's the matter? ****in' wake up! [Slaps Dog guy 1] Make him press the button you...
Give him the ****in'...
What are you, ****in' useless?!
Hey! No problem.
Stop right there! Stop!
Oh, shit. [Gives chases]
Oh. See, that's what I told you.
My ****in' nuts! Get him off!
It's all right! Will our insurance cover that?!
Stop it! Freeze! Get down! Get down! Turn around! Get down! What the **** is that around your neck?! Get down on the ground! Show me your...
Are you ****in' kidding me?! Kaylo?!
Get on!
Both of you down on the ground now!
Get down! Get down!
Get off that ****in' moped!
Kaylo, I thought you were dead.
My name's Venus. I'm from Hollywood. Kaylo was my brother.
Brother? No shit. Hey, what the **** did you hit me for, anyway?
I have a condition. FBT, Full Body Tourette's. I can't control myself.
Jesus! ****! What the ****? Hey, listen, I'm sorry about your brother, but I need to get to the Hollywood Park racetrack. And I mean right the **** now. What's the matter, are you hurlin' or something?
Is that where they're at?
Who?
The ill suckers that killed my brother. You're Chev "The Cheese" Chelios, right? The sickest, most wickedest mother****er that ever vaporized a mother****er in cold blood, right?
Yeah. That's me.
Yeah. So we're gonna get those suckers...
Get a grip on yourself. It's already done.
Huh?
It's done. I already took care of the ones that did Kaylo.
But... All of them?
All of them. D-E-A-D. Brown bread.
Right Said Fred?
Simply Red.
I see.
Well, don't look so gloomy, Elvis. I can assure you they did not die pleasantly.
No... you don't understand. It's a matter of honor. It should have been me to avenge my brother's death. Well... so long, Chelios.
My brain hurts. There is one I never got to on account of I could never find him. The one that calls himself "The Ferret."
El Huron?
You know him?
No. It means "The Ferret" in Spanish.
Right. Yeah, I knew that. Listen, you want to find the dude that made your brother dead, you find him.
You're Chev Chelios, right? The sickest, most wicked-ist mother****er that ever vaporized mother****ers in cold-blood, right?
Yeah, that's me.
**** useless!
Yeah? Well, you ain't no Ralph Macchio yourself, Chev!
Why do we keep going on like this, Ricky? Hurting each other?
Water...
H20? Coming right up! [Kicks Ricky's head into the nearby pool]
Get in. Chev Chelios.
Don mother**** Kim. So you pull my lily-white ass out of the hot grease again.
Please, don't thank me.
I don't think I shall. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, Jeeves... but your slant-eyed associates have taken something... of extreme value to me. And I intend to get it back.
You know what you are, Chev Chelios?
Tell me.
You... are a shit magnet. [Venus starts experiencing an episode of FBT and is expelled from the vehicle] Your friend has the gay condition. [Laughs] And now, where were we?
You were about to tell me exactly who's got what I need and why.
You may have heard of the name Poon Dong.
Only in dirty limericks.
The patriarch of our organization. Said to be 100 years old. Considered to be more god than man by the Triad gangs. But several months ago, word had spread out... that Poon Dong had taken gravely ill. And without a heart transplant, he only had a few days left to live.
I see.
Of course, that was unacceptable. Many would have given their hearts... from their own breasts to save the life of Poon Dong. But not me. **** that. But many. Then word spread out that there was a man... who had a heart so powerful that he was capable... of surviving even our most deadliest of poisons.
The Chinese shit.
It was your heart that Poon Dong chose to replace his own.
One more question. Who the **** is El Hurón, The Ferret? And how is he involved with all this?
The Ferret? Let's just say our organizations have a history of conflicting interests.
I see. Well, it's mighty white of you to help me out like this. Now, if you don't mind.
Who said I was helping you out? My reward for returning you to Poon Dong will be great.
So this is how it is.
This is how it is. [Chev grabs the uzi from a henchman and massacres all the men in the limo]
Chicken and broccoli. [Chev gets out and uses gun to break open an electrical transformer box and deliberately electrocutes himself]
Dude, are you all right?
Never better. [Runs away]
Terrific race. [Points to the horse he picked] That's a great horse, mate. [Continues rubbing his arm]
What the ****, man? What the ****?
You did it! Mate, that was all you.
This is an ambulance, you ****head! Keep hydrating those organs! Hold it in! Jesus. What are you doing? :EMT:This is an ambulance!
Right, mother****er. I'm aware of that. I'm in need of emergency services.
EMT Yeah, we have got a guy in the back of the ambulance! Get him out of here, man.
That's one of Don Kim's blokes.
This man is in critical condition. Get out of here.
I'm aware of that. I'm the ****er that put him there. [Pulls out gun and points it at EMT's head]
Now... Okay, he's got a gun!
You're my physician. Okay. I'm in need of an external lithium battery belt for an Avicor Total Artificial Heart. Might you have such a thing? :EMT:We're gonna lose it, Bronc. Please, look, this guy is **** dying.
Don't worry about him. He's not gonna make it. Now, about my battery.
Yeah, you said the Avicor TAH. Yeah, we got it. But why? Holy shit.
Chop, chop. Okay.
EMT He's **** dead, man. Do you mind?
You ready for this shit? Do it then. Turn the **** thing on. Feels like crack. Yeah, but better.
EMT You know, those things aren't designed for strenuous activity.
Tell me about it.
It's completely normal to be freaked out when someone has a gun at your head. I would've shit myself.
I still have nightmares.
Everybody has nightmares. The point is by coming here and talking with me you made a choice to confront your issues and lick 'em.
I can't even leave my **** apartment. I cl... Every time I go up to... leave the door, I-I see the guy with the gun.
Think about it like this, Ankleson. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. You gotta go out and enjoy it. Knock back a couple of beers, hit a titty bar.
Excuse me?!
Have some smelly snatch rubbed in your face. You gotta get out there, man.
Yeah, I've gotta do it.
Tackle a **** whore, get your dick wet. Dip your wick into life a little bit. Have some fun.
Yeah. I'm gonna go out there and floss my teeth with some pubes.
Oh, now you're on it.
I'm done with fear. My life begins today. [A stray bullet finds the doctor's head and kills him instantly while the psychiatrist vomits into the camera]
...
Maybe we better call nine-one-one.
Where's my box?!
No! No!
Five more like that... and your brains will be strawberry jelly.
You can't look in that box!
The key and the ****in' combo.
No!
Do it. [Johnny enters combination] That's better. [Chev looks in] This isn't my ****in' pumper! What the... What is that? What kind of sick freak carries something like this around in a box? I am shocked to my **** core. You've got some deep problems, mother****er. What the **** is that? That one I sort of know and it's ****in' got to come back and ****in' r-run it... What the **** is this?! What the **** is tha... [Drops cooler box on ground and calls Doc] Hello. Doc.
Chevy. When you hung up on me, I was trying to ****in' tell you something. Your heart was transplanted three weeks ago into that Shaolin mother****er.
**** great. Now what?
I'm on it. Poon Dong is still in L.A. And if I'm right he's got what you need in pristine working condition beating inside his chest.
Good. Where do I find him?
Don't worry about it. I got people on the street.
Good luck with that, Doc. I'll try it my way. Come here, you. Up you get. Okay, darling. One last dance. [Points in Johnny's face] Where's the ****in' old man? [A bullet goes through Johnny's head and Chev looks at finger with amazement and turns around to see Chico and his cohorts and a thug clubs Chev's head]
Tell me what he's like when he's at home.
When he's home, he's like a ghost. He plays those video games; all day, all night.
Video games.
All day.
And you let him do that? Well, you did buy the games for him, yeah?
Of course. Why should I deny my son?
How are you today, Chev?
I'm golden, sir.
Your mom tells me that you've been getting into quite a bit of trouble. Is that true?
Yes, sir. Regretfully, that's true.
What kind of trouble?
Fighting, talking back, pinching.
Pinching what?
Televisions, stereo components, books from the library. That's not all. No, sir. Also a till from a restaurant and one car.
A toy car?
No, sir. A BMW Z1. [Studio audience goes into uproar and Chev displays the the finger']
Hey, sit. People, people, all right. I hear you've been having quite a bit of trouble at school too.
Chelios! [The teacher is elbowed in the face and he resumes the face smashing and then screams in primal rage]
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Nothing I can't handle, sir. I have a lot of piss and vinegar!
He's hyperactive.
Oh, shit, Mom!
You want to watch your dirty little mouth, son.
We tried giving him Ritalin, but Chev?
I sold it.
With all this energy, you've never thought about... I don't know, trying out for sports?
I like to run.
Chev, where's dad?
I never met the wanker. [Mother hits him lightly in the chest] He died before I was born.
What do you think he'd say, if he saw you acting out like this?
Dunno, sir.
If he were here now, and he asked you [Pounds a table] "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DO SON?!", what would you tell him?!
Dunno, sir! Bored, I guess.
"Bored", he guesses!
Bored?! Bored?!
Shut up!
We're gonna take a short break now. And when we return, we are gonna find out... [Gets up and starts wagging index finger in Chelios face] what makes you tick, little man.
Hola, Chev.
I take it you're the greasy ****er that's been huntin' me all day.
The Ferret. Some people know me by this **** name. And many men have died cursing the name of El Huron... as they choked on their own blood and the blood of their families.
Colorful geezer.
I was born with another name... the name of my father.
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, ****in' hell.
And my father's father's.
We're all very sad.
And the name... that I share... with my two brothers... Alejandro... and Ricardo.
Verona.
Well, l-I can tell... by the tick-tick-tick... that you had no idea... that there was a third brother.
Nope. That fact escaped me... or I assure you, Elvis, I would have made it a **** hat trick.
I got a trick-or-treat for you cabrőn. I'm gonna make you wish... that you was never a man.
If you want to kill what's left of me, you get on with it.
What's the rush, Chelios? I know someone who's going to love to watch this. [Unveils an incubation tank that is the life support of Ricky's head]
...
You. You got the donor?
Like you got a boner.
Hey, baby. You always say y-you want to be more spontaneous.
Uh-uh, cowboy.
Huh?
We gonna go back to my place.
Ooh. Yeah. That sounds good.
...
Ricardo never wanted my money Chelios. He was, uh, too stubborn. He wanted to make his own way. But now I think he likes what my money can buy. The technology to keep his brain alive. Not forever but long enough to watch you die.
Yo, Ferret, this ain't Roots, man. [Orlando's posse has arrived and are all pointing their guns]
Que?
Hey, cabrõn. [Venus's posse has arrived along with Ria's posse and are all pointing their guns]
You got to be **** kidding me.
You killed my brother, mother****er. Prepare to die.
No! **** you, Chelios! Ronnie James Dio! Chucha madre!
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This way, sugar.
Uh-oh.
...
Hello, Ricky. Why do we go on like this, Ricky? Hurting each other? Water? Did you say, "Water"? H-two-O coming right up. [Kicks Ricky's head into the pool] Mother****er!
Chev Cherios! Che... Chev Cherios. Chev. Chev. Che... Che... Che...
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I'm cuttin' the battery. The battery's out. Paddles. Give me the paddles.
What's going on?!
Chevy. Clear! ****! Shit! [Chev's electrocardiogram flatlines]
No! God! [Eve is lead away by Doc Miles and after a moment, Chev's eyes burst open]
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Droppin' loads all over your silly wages! You think these muscles are free? You think this ****'s for free? No way! No scabs, no crabs! No scabs, no crabs! I'm gonna bang that bitch in the back! I'm gonna bang your prisoner! Droppin' loads all over your prisoner!
...
I take it you're the **** that's been hunting me all day.
No- No- No- No. No.
I take it day. The ****. The ****. Oh, sorry, the Ferret.
...
No dough, no blow! No dough, no blow! Dicks like this don't come for free! Huh. Lips like this don't come for free. That's what I meant to say. I got lost. I meant, "Lips like this don't come for free."








