Bai LingQuotes

Doc Miles: [''Answers phone''] Hello, Doc Miles.

Chev Chelios: Yeah, Doc. It's Chev.

Doc Miles: [Doc Miles spews his drink and ice shaking his head rapidly] Jesus H. Chelios! You've gotta be kidding me!

Chev Chelios: [[w:Artificial heart|put in one of those plastic artificial jobs] Listen, I'm deadly fuckin serious, Doc. These Triad motherfuckers cut out my fuckin heart and ].

Doc Miles: You got an artificial heart?

Chev Chelios: Do you think I'm having a fuckin laugh?!

Doc Miles: No-No-No, but you got to admit, it's a little out there, dude.

Chev Chelios: Yeah, you take your fuckin time, Doc.

Doc Miles: You don't have any time, if you've got an artificial heart. They're not designed to keep you alive more than a couple days while you're waitin on a transplant. And don't do anything strenuous.

Chev Chelios: Yeah, sure, Doc. No problem. So what's my next fuckin move?

Doc Miles: Well, we got to get a real heart put back in you preferably your own.

Chev Chelios: I'm on it.

Doc Miles: Okay, you're on it.

Chev Chelios: Doc! Jesus fucking Christ!

Doc Miles: I'm-I'm sorry. Sorry. Does-Does-- Let me-- Does that thing have a a-a-a a belt battery pack?

Chev Chelios: Check.

Doc Miles: How many bars are showing?

Chev Chelios: One.

Doc Miles: Shit. That's better than none, I guess. Look, what they did you with is an Avicor Total Artificial Heart. It's got an internal battery that'll pick up once the belt battery dies. It's like a reserve tank. Once the internal battery takes over, you got one fuckin hour. The internal battery charges wirelessly through its transcutaneous energy transfer system. Two coils, there's one internal, one external that transmit the, uh, magnetic force across the skin without piercing the surface. The internal coil receives power and sends it to the controller device. Is this makin any fuckin sense to you, Chevy?

Chev Chelios: It's fucking Greek, Doc.

Doc Miles: Greek. Look, you got to keep your body electrically charged to keep that piece of shit pumpin'.

Chev Chelios: Copy that.

Doc Miles: Hey, Chev.

Chev Chelios: Yeah.

Doc Miles: I'm stoked you're alive, dude.

Chev Chelios: I'll get back to you, Doc.

Doc Miles: Yeah, well, y- Call me.

Chev Chelios: Fuck!

Cholo: Hey-Hey-Hey! That's a nice car.

Chev Chelios: I don't suppose you know where the Cypress Social Club is, do you?

Cholo: Man, fuck that shit, puto. Let's race, ese.

Chev Chelios: [''Chev rams a concret barrier and goes flying through windshield''] Don't you tempt me, fucker. What I need from you is directions. Oh, shit. Shit!

Cholo: Damn, dog. You good, esé?

Chev Chelios: Tiger fucking Woods. Never better. Greatest day of my fucking life. You gents couldnt point me in the direction of the Cypress Social Club, could ya?

Cholo: Well, you ain't too far. You go down Orange for, like, two miles and then you're there, homes.

Chev Chelios: [''Clamps jump cables to his nipples''] Cool. You mind givin me a jump? Just juice me.

Chev Chelios: [''They are silent''; ''One points to house''] Hey, Menudo, where's the fuckin Social Club? Uh, dondé esta La Social Club?

Cholo: Buénos nachos, white boy.

Chev: [''To obese man''; ''Obese man shakes head and Chev slaps him, knocking him out and Chev walks into house, wreaking mayhem, throwing people out windows and prostitutes run out with Johnny Vang running into a vehicle''] You Johnny Vang?

Johnny: Go!

Ria: [''She climbs up to obese man''; ''Grabs broken bicycle''; ''Rams bicycle repeatedly on man's crotch''; ''Two Triad thugs pull up''] No sucky fucky for your asshole! Cock suck face! Fag whore! Shrimp dick! BB balls! Chicken fat! What you two faggots looking at?!

Cypress Triad Hood #1: Get lost bitch.

Ria: [''To Triad, about Chev''] Fuck you! This dude my Kevin Costner! He going to beat you off!

Cypress Triad Hood #1: What?!

Chev: Where's Johnny Vang?

Cypress Triad Hood #1: You looking to get your ass killed dog?!

Ria: You ask for it, he's gonna tap your ass!

Chev: Wrong expression.

Cypress Triad Hood #1: [''Points gun''] You ain't tappin my ass!

Chev: What's that, fucking cunt-onese?! I'd rather stick my dick in a blender!

Ria: [''Humping him''] Sticky me. Hey! I know where Johnny Vang go!

Chev: Johnny Vang?

Ria: Yes.

Chev: [''She points down street''] Where?

Ria: Hey, dude, why do you run?! Wait for me!

Chev: [''He attempts to carjack a [[w:station wagon|station wagon] Get out of the fucking car! Out!

Station wagon driver: Get your own station wagon, asshole! Get the fuck off! Damn!

Chev: Fuck!

Ria: You taking it too fast with me!

Chev: Which way?!

Ria: I want you to take it slow.

Chev: Which way?

Ria: Hey! Hey! You didn't ask name!

Chev: Shut up a minute, for fuck's sake! Where is he?! Johnny Vang?!

Ria: [''Points''] Yes.

Ria: [''Ria catches Chev and Eve embracing at the strip club after gun fight''; [w:Cocaine dependence|crack bitch] Who the fuck ]? Take your slutty paws off my handsome!

Ria: [''Starts humping Chev''] You want sticky me?

Ria: [[w:Sexual intercourse|fucky sucky] No ] for you asshole!

Ria: [''To Chev, [[w:Non-penetrative sex|dry humping him; [w:Whitney Houston|Whitney Houston] You need me like ], dude!

Ria: I know where Johnny Vang go!

Ria: [''To Chev''] You are my shiny lunch box.

Roland Taverner: We're taking the ATM machine with us to Mexico.

Roland Taverner: Sounds neat... How does he stop the global deceleration?

Starla Von Luft: [to Boxer] The information that I have uncovered could get me killed. But it was a risk I was willing to take. The fate of the earth depends on you, Jericho.

Starla Von Luft: [to Boxer] If you don't let me suck your dick I'll shoot myself in the head!

Zora Carmichaels: You know... there would be a lot less violence in the world if everyone just got a little more cardio.

Zora Carmichaels: Let's dry our tears and face our fears.

Fortunio Balducci: Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval.

Veronica Mung: Just cause it's loud doesn't mean it's funny!

Serpentine: Don't look so scared, Mr. Santaros. The future is just like you imagined.

Senator Bobby Frost: Did I just see two cars porking each other?

Senator Bobby Frost: Teen horniness is not a crime"? I never said it was...

Dr. Inga Von Westphalen: Here we go round the prickly pear, prickly pear, prickly pear.

Announcer on PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the party is over. Have a nice apocalypse.