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Orlando: [to gangbangers in men's room] Now just - just be still. Ya'll act like them Somalian niggas.

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Orlando: Hey, there's a white nigger with a gun up in here! Just be still motherfuckers!

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Chev Chelios: Wanna hold hands?
[throws severed hand]

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Carlito: I'll kill you for this, Chelios.
Chev Chelios: Too late.

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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.

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Warehouse Hood Leader: Verona's got nothing to do with this.
Chev Chelios: What?
Warehouse Hood Leader: Don Carlos wants you off the streets.
Chev Chelios: Carlito?
Warehouse Hood Leader: You've totally lost your shit, dog. you're all over TV, destroying property, making unauthorized

hits... you're causing the organization a great deal of embarrasment.
Chev Chelios: You're telling me Carlito wanted this?
Warehouse Hood Leader: Look, don't worry, we'll take care of Verona. Best thing for you to do is find some nice, dark, quiet place and... just die.
Chev Chelios: Just die. You think I've got "cunt" written

on my forehead?