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]
What old man?


