Crank: High Voltage Quotes
Chelios faces a Chinese mobster who has stolen his nearly indestructible heart and replaced it with a battery-powered ticker that requires regular jolts of electricity to keep working.
Chinese Doctor 1: [following exchange the two Chinese doctors was in Chinese possibly Mandarin/Cantonese.Subtitles shown] How long can we keep him alive?
Chinese Doctor 2: Maybe long time.He die hard with a vengeance.
Chinese Doctor 1: Big Boss need to harvest his cornucopia of organs for later. Lungs,pancreas,bladder...
Chinese Doctor 2: What comes out next?
Chinese Doctor 1: Boss gave specific order.
[the doctor takes out a diagram of a body showing all the organs they are going to take out and circles Chev's penis as the next thing to be removed.At this point Chev is looking at the diagram and realizes whats going on]
Chev Chelios: Fuck that.
[Chev proceeds to beat the crap out of the two doctors]
Chinese Doctor 2: Maybe long time.He die hard with a vengeance.
Chinese Doctor 1: Big Boss need to harvest his cornucopia of organs for later. Lungs,pancreas,bladder...
Chinese Doctor 2: What comes out next?
Chinese Doctor 1: Boss gave specific order.
[the doctor takes out a diagram of a body showing all the organs they are going to take out and circles Chev's penis as the next thing to be removed.At this point Chev is looking at the diagram and realizes whats going on]
Chev Chelios: Fuck that.
[Chev proceeds to beat the crap out of the two doctors]
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]
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]
Talk Show Host: [referring to Chev] Tell me what he's like when he's at home.
Karen Chelios: When he's home, he's like a ghost. He plays those video games; all day, all night.
Talk Show Host: Video games.
Karen Chelios: All day.
Talk Show Host: And you let him do that? Well, you did buy the games for him, yeah?
Karen Chelios: Of course. Why should I deny my son?
Karen Chelios: When he's home, he's like a ghost. He plays those video games; all day, all night.
Talk Show Host: Video games.
Karen Chelios: All day.
Talk Show Host: And you let him do that? Well, you did buy the games for him, yeah?
Karen Chelios: Of course. Why should I deny my son?
Chinese Doctor 1: [after Johnny puts his cigarette ash in Chev's open chest] Get your cigarette out of here asshole! We're operating!
Johnny Vang: So sorry.
Chinese Doctor 1: Fuck your mother! I let boss know you shit in Superman's stomach. Dumb ass!
Johnny Vang: I said I was sorry.
[Johnny laughs and then spits into Chev's chest]
Johnny Vang: So sorry.
Chinese Doctor 1: Fuck your mother! I let boss know you shit in Superman's stomach. Dumb ass!
Johnny Vang: I said I was sorry.
[Johnny laughs and then spits into Chev's chest]
[first lines]
Fish Halman: In a story so bizarre I can scarcely believe the event I'm reporting, and yet corroborated by at least a dozen eye witnesses. A white male apparently fell from the sky above downtown Los Angeles today, landed in the middle of a busy intersection, destroying one vehicle and hospitalising its elderly driver,and then was removed from the scene even before emergency personnel could respond. Without a body the police have yet to piece together the events of the day.It can only be described as implausible. Reports of a second body landing in the Boyle Heights area have yet to be confirmed, and are being treated as the bullshit they most likely are.
Fish Halman: In a story so bizarre I can scarcely believe the event I'm reporting, and yet corroborated by at least a dozen eye witnesses. A white male apparently fell from the sky above downtown Los Angeles today, landed in the middle of a busy intersection, destroying one vehicle and hospitalising its elderly driver,and then was removed from the scene even before emergency personnel could respond. Without a body the police have yet to piece together the events of the day.It can only be described as implausible. Reports of a second body landing in the Boyle Heights area have yet to be confirmed, and are being treated as the bullshit they most likely are.
Talk Show Host: Chev, where's dad?
Young Chev: I never met the wanker. He died before I was born.
Talk Show Host: What do you think he'd say, if he saw you acting out like this?
Young Chev: Dunno, sir.
Talk Show Host: If he were here now, and he asked you "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DO SON?", what would you tell him?
Young Chev: Dunno, sir! Bored, I guess.
Young Chev: I never met the wanker. He died before I was born.
Talk Show Host: What do you think he'd say, if he saw you acting out like this?
Young Chev: Dunno, sir.
Talk Show Host: If he were here now, and he asked you "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DO SON?", what would you tell him?
Young Chev: Dunno, sir! Bored, I guess.
Chev Chelios: [after being told by Doc Miles about finding someone to rub against, he starts rubbing a spectator's arm and the spectator pushes him off] Terrific race.
[Points to the horse he picked]
Chev Chelios: That's a great horse, mate.
[continues rubbing his arm]
Hollywood Park Guy: What the fuck, man? What the fuck?
Chev Chelios: You did it! Mate, that was all you.
[Points to the horse he picked]
Chev Chelios: That's a great horse, mate.
[continues rubbing his arm]
Hollywood Park Guy: What the fuck, man? What the fuck?
Chev Chelios: You did it! Mate, that was all you.
