Crank2006

Chev:
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 sh*t they gave you... It's that Chinese sh*t. 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 sh*t to horses.

Chev:
You don't have to be so damn f***ing cool about it.

Carlito:
What do you expect me to do?

Chev:
Find that punk Verona, and his whole f***ing 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 Kim hit which was... perhaps ill-advised.

Chev:
Ill-advised?!

Carlito:
The heat from Hong Kong was much more than we anticipated.

Chev:
Well, that's outstanding. Glad to know my death can be of some use to you.

Carlito:
Don't be difficult.

Chev:
I'm not being difficult. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm having a difficult f***ing day, brother! I'm out of here.

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Cab driver:
You're not getting in my cab wet!

Chev:
I just gave you $200 to wait for 3 minutes.

Cab driver:
You're not getting in my car, no way!

Chev:
[Grabs cab driver and throws him to ground] Yeah, you're right. [Points to him] Al-Qaeda! Al-Qaeda! [Restaurant patio diners do a dog pile on him]

Cab driver:
I love America! I love Bush! I Voted Bush!