[after chopping off the arm of a bad guy and telling him] You got to admit that was pretty fucking cool.

Chev Chelios

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.

Don't pop a blood vessel you little penis.

Chev Chelios

[bullets flying all over the place] I forgot to take my Birth-Control Pills!

Eve

You haven't been tight since your brother fucked you in third grade

Chev Chelios

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.
[pauses]
Chev Chelios: It may actually be the last thing I do.

Chev Chelios: [lowers gun] Congratulations.
Don Kim: Did I win something?
Chev Chelios: Your life, jackass.

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.

So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then fed him to his own gun?

Macha

Jake Green: One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.

[Mr. Green in the elevator, after being convinced by his friends not to take the stairs] Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore looking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.

Jake Green

Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.

Jake Green

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