Chev: 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: Does it look like I got cunt written on my head? Who do you think you are fucking with?

Chev: I'm looking for something that begins with an E.
Pharmacist: England?

Shirt Factory Supervisor: Hey, asshole! Asshole!
Eve: Don't talk to him like that! My boyfriend kills people!

Chev: What is this stuff?
Doc Miles: Synthetic ephedrine diluted with some saline.
Chev: 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: Wait a minute so I'm not better?
Doc Miles: Fuck no your not better. Your in such shit shape it's stunning. I can't belive your hearts still beating. Shit should be in a fucking medical journal.

Doc Miles: *Chev is running on the street, high on epinephrine and talking to Doc on a cellphone* Chevy?
Chev: Yep.
Doc Miles: Hey, we're in the air man. Did you get the stuff I told you to get?
Chev: Got it!
Doc Miles: Did you take it?
Chev: Took it.
Doc Miles: You took the whole goddamned thing, didn't you?
Chev: Yep.
Doc Miles: I said a fifth of a syringe. That shit's gonna kill you.
Chev: Right.
Doc Miles: Is your chest on fire?
Chev: Check.
Doc Miles: But you're cold?
Chev: Check.
Doc Miles: And you've got a steel hard-on, don't you?
Chev: 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.