Chev Chelios:
Alright, Chow Mein. Who do you work for?
Shot Gun Triad:
Fuck you, Chelios!
[Chev whacks him with the butt of the shotgun]
Chev Chelios:
Fucking grunt.
[dips shotgun barrel in oil, pulls down the thug's pants, and shoves the shotgun up his ass]
Chev Chelios:
You found me in quite an unpleasant mood this morning, mate. Now I'm going to ask you this question one time. Who's got my fucking strawberry tart?
[the thug looks at him confused and Chev points to his heart while an on-screen subtitle says "strawberry tart=heart"]
Chev Chelios:
Capische?
[the thug starts stuttering]
Chev Chelios:
J-j-j-j-just spit the fucking name out!
[sticks the shotgun further up the thug's ass and starts wiggling it]
Shot Gun Triad:
Johnny Vang!
Chev Chelios:
Johnny fucking Vang? Johnny fucking Vang? Good boy. Where?
Shot Gun Triad:
Cypress Social Club!
Chev Chelios:
Cypress-Cypress Social Club? Now you're sure about that, ain't ya?
[thug nods head]
Chev Chelios:
Good boy. Thanks for coming. Now you can keep that.
[leaves the shotgun up the thug's ass and walks away]