Professional assassin Chev Chelios learns his rival has injected him with a poison that will kill him if his heart rate drops.

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: Don't pop a blood vessel, you little penis.
Chev Chelios: I'm looking for something that begins with an E.
Pharmacist: England?
Chev Chelios: I'm alive! I'm alive!
Chev Chelios: Do you think I've got 'cunt' written on my forehead?
["Cunt" appears on his forehead as he asks]
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.
Chev Chelios: You haven't been tight since your brother fucked you in third grade.
Chev Chelios: Jesus. Nothing's easy.
[right before he kills Ricky Verona]
Chev Chelios: I told you I'd kill you, you little bitch!
Chev Chelios: [after taking coke] I'm gonna kick some black ass!
[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.
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.
Eve: [bullets flying all over the place] I forgot to take my Birth-Control Pills!
Chev Chelios: Does it look like I got cunt written on my head? Who do you think you are fucking with?
Shirt Factory Supervisor: [to Chev] Hey, asshole! Asshole!
Eve: Don't talk to him like that! My boyfriend kills people!
Chev Chelios: [after chopping off the arm of a bad guy and telling him] How'd you like that one, tough guy? How fricking awesome was that, huh?
Chev Chelios: [lowers gun] Congratulations.
Don Kim: Did I win something?
Chev Chelios: Your life, jackass.
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.
Doc Miles: [to Chev] If you stop, you die!
Orlando: Hey dude, what's the matter with you?
Chev Chelios: Look, just give me some coke. You got any coke?
Orlando: Okay, now you're just gonna come up here and insult me...
Chev Chelios: Come on, I don't have time. Just give me something, I'm really dying here.
Orlando: I can see that.
Chev Chelios: You don't understand, I'm really fucking dying.
Orlando: You saying this is medicinal use coke, is that what you're saying?
Chev Chelios: That's right.
Orlando: Well...
Chev Chelios: What?
Orlando: This shit ain't free nigga.
Orlando: [to gangbangers in men's room] Now just - just be still. Ya'll act like them Somalian niggas.
Eve: Oh, you are so big!
Orlando: Hey, there's a white nigger with a gun up in here!
Verona: Chelios! How we doing, baby? And you never call me no more.
[after a very short pause]
Verona: Come on, what is that? Where's the love?
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.
Chev Chelios: [to Eve who is giving him a blow job while driving and being shot at] Stay down!
Kaylo: [when kicking Verona's brother] Puta.
Chev Chelios: [aims his finger like a gun at Carlito's head] Not so fast, motherfucker.
Verona: [laughs] He's gone dipsy-doodle, yo.
[moves his finger at Verona]
Verona: Yeah, whatever, psycho.
Carlito: I'm afraid the Houdini act is over, my friend.
Chev Chelios: Boosh.
[shoots Carlito's bodyguard in the head]
Verona: Our Father, who art in heaven...
Carlito: Shut up, Verona!
Don Kim: [from behind Chev] So this is how it is?
Carlito: It's Don Kim! You're supposed to be dead!
Chev Chelios: Presto.
Verona: Hey CHELIOS! You know I been thinkin' about doing in your mystery girl too! yea? Yeah thats RIGHT! I know about HER! And then...
Chev Chelios: [Sarcastically] Yea, yeah, your gonna rape my grandmother, then your gonna do her in, blah, blah, fucking blah!
Carlito: I'll kill you for this, Chelios.
Chev Chelios: Too late.
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.
Pharmacy Stoner: Nasal Spray.
Chev Chelios: What?
Pharmacy Stoner: The Nasal spray. It's got epinephrine in it. It'll give you a tweak, man.
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: [calmly] Well, I'm glad to hear that. Listen, I've been fatally poisoned, there's probably a psychopath heading over there to torture and kill you as we speak, but don't bother getting out of bed, I'll be there in a flash... Maybe you could fry me up a waffle or something, kay?
TV Reporter: Again, this footage is live and uncensored, so if you have any small children, you may want to have them leave the room.
Eve: Take me now, in front of all these people!
Chev Chelios: I wonder how many steaks I could make out of you?
Chev Chelios: [during a fight with several Black gang members] Who wants white meat? Huh? Who wants it?
Eve: You're so stressed out. Do you want some pot?
Chev Chelios: Yeah. No!
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!
Doc Miles: [looking at a receipt] Chocolate, what's this fuckin' receipt from Gold Foods Market for $254?
Chocolate: Snacks.
[He's driving recklessly while she abruptly stops performing fellatio on him]
Chev Chelios: Hey, you can't stop! I'm not finished!
Eve: And have you fall asleep? No way!
Chev Chelios: Wanna hold hands?
[throws severed hand]
Chev Chelios: Get a cell phone, honey, please.
Chev Chelios: [talking on cell phone to Kaylo about Verona] I'm going to get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do.
Chev Chelios: It may actually be the last thing I do.

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