“Hello, Doc Miles.” – Doc Miles, Crank: High Voltage ... Movie Quotes Database

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: Listen, I'm deadly ****in' serious, Doc. These Triad mother****ers cut out my ****in' heart and put in one of those plastic artificial jobs.
Doc Miles: You got an artificial heart?
Chev Chelios: Do you think I'm having a ****in' laugh?!
Doc Miles: No-No-No, but you got to admit, it's a little out there, dude.
Chev Chelios: Yeah, you take your ****in' 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 ****in' 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 **** 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 ****in' 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 ****in' sense to you, Chevy?
Chev Chelios: It's **** 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: ****!
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, **** that shit, puto. Let's race, ese.
Chev Chelios: Don't you tempt me, ****er. What I need from you is directions. Oh, shit. Shit! [Chev rams a concret barrier and goes flying through windshield]
Cholo: Damn, dog. You good, esé?
Chev Chelios: Tiger **** Woods. Never better. Greatest day of my **** 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: Cool. You mind givin' me a jump? Just juice me. [Clamps jump cables to his nipples]

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 : Listen, I'm deadly ****in' serious, Doc. These Triad mother****ers cut out my ****in' heart and put in one of those plastic artificial jobs. Doc Miles : You got an artificial heart? Chev Chelios : Do you think I'm having a ****in' laugh?! Doc Miles : No-No-No, but you got to admit, it's a little out there, dude. Chev Chelios : Yeah, you take your ****in' 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 ****in' 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 **** 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 ****in' 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 ****in' sense to you, Chevy? Chev Chelios : It's **** 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 : ****! 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, **** that shit, puto. Let's race, ese. Chev Chelios : Don't you tempt me, ****er. What I need from you is directions. Oh, shit. Shit! [ Chev rams a concret barrier and goes flying through windshield ] Cholo : Damn, dog. You good, esé? Chev Chelios : Tiger **** Woods. Never better. Greatest day of my **** 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 : Cool. You mind givin' me a jump? Just juice me. [ Clamps jump cables to his nipples ]