The Fast and The Furious

Dom: Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile; winning's winning.

Dom: I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters: not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I'm free.

Dom: I said a ten-second car, not a ten-minute car.
Jesse: You could push this across the finish line, or tow it.
Dom: You couldn't even tow that across the finish line.
Brian: No Faith.
Dom: I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard. This is a garage.

Hector: You're gonna make me find out the hard way? You're brave! You're brave. They call me Hector. Got a last name too, but I can't pronounce it.
Brian: Brian Spilner.
Hector: Typical white boy name.

Dom: Go fetch your car? We're not on your block any more. You better watch who you talk to like that.
Johnny Tran: TORETTO! TORETTO! SWAT came into my house, disrespected my whole family because somebody narc'd me out! And you know what? IT WAS YOU!
Dom: I never narc’d on nobody! I never narc’d on nobody!

Brian: Hey, wait, hold up! I don't have any cash, but I do have the pink slip to my car.
Jesse: Wait, you just can't climb in the ring with Ali 'cause you think you box!
Brian: He knows I can box! So check it out, it's like this: If I lose, winner takes my car clean and clear. But if I win, I take the cash, and I take the respect!
Dom: Respect?
Brian: To some people, that's more important.
Dom: ...That your car?

Letty: I smell... skanks. Why don't you girls just pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face?

Letty: You want a piece of ass, go to Hollywood Boulevard. You want an adrenaline rush that'll be two large.

Brian: I thought if I got in your good graces you might let me keep my car.
Dom: You are in my good graces, but you ain't keepin' your car.

Dom: Take it upstairs Einstein! You can't detail a car with the cover on. Can't even get that right.

Edwin: It's not how you stand by your car, it's how you race your car.

Dom: You can have any brew you want... as long as it's a Corona.

Vince: He's got no call bein' up there, you don't know that fool for shit!

Brian: I just need some more time.
FBI Officer: If you want time, buy the magazine!

Dom: This you're beer?
Vince: Yeah that's my beer... Yo Dom! Why'd you bring the busta here?
Dom: Because the busta kept me out of handcuffs, he didn't just run back to the fort, the buster brought me back

Vince: Why don't you try Fat Burger from now on? You can get yourself a cheese and fries for 2.95, faggot!
Brian: I like the tuna here.
Vince: Bullshit asshole, no one likes the tuna here!

Dom: You almost had me? You never had me - you never had your car... Granny shiftin' not double clutchin' like you should. You're lucky that hundred shot of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake! You almost had me? Now, me and the mad scientist got to rip apart the block... and replace the piston rings you fried.

Vince: There were mass cops out there, that shit was orchestrated.

Brian: You can't bet your dad's car.
Jesse: It's all right. I ain't losin'. This fool is running a Honda 2000. I'll win. Then me and my dad can roll together when he gets out of prison. It's all good.
Brian: Well, they're gonna throw him right back in prison after he kills you.

Dom: You break her heart, I'll break your neck.

Brian: Nice crib, sarge. It's a lot better than that last place you confiscated.
Sgt. Tanner: Eddie Fisher built it for Elizabeth Taylor back in the fifties.
Brian: See? Even the cops in Hollywood are Hollywood.

Mia: Letty grew up just down the street. She was into cars since she was like ten years old. Dom always had her attention. Then she turned sixteen...
Brian: And she had Dom's attention.
Mia: Yeah, it's funny how that works out.

Mia: Every day for the last three weeks you've been coming in here and you've been asking me how the tuna is. Now, it was crappy yesterday, it was crappy the day before and guess what? It hasn't changed.

Dom: Jesse, since you were the first to reach in and grab some chicken, why don't you say grace?
Jesse: Dear Heavenly... uh...
Leon: Spirit.
Jesse: Spirit. Thank you. Thank you for providing us with the direct-port nitrous... uh... injection, four-core intercoolers, an' ball-bearing turbos, and... um... titanium valve springs. Thank you.
Leon: Amen!
Dom: Very nice.
Letty: He was praying to the car gods.

Brian: You know, I was thinking we should go out sometime.
Mia: Oh, that's sweet, but I usually don't date my brother's friends.
Brian: Well, that sucks. I guess I'll have to kick his ass then.
Mia: I'd love to see that. Actually, I'd pay to see that.

Dom: That's my dad. He was coming up in the pro-stock circuit. Last race of the season, he was coming into the final turn when a driver named Kenny Linder tapped his bumper and put him into the wall at a hundred and twenty miles an hour. I watched my father burn to death. I can still remember him screaming. The people who were there said my father died long before the tanks blew. They said it was me that was screaming. I saw Linder about a week later. I had the wrench in my hand... and I hit him! And I didn't mean to keep hitting him, but by the time I was done, I couldn't lift my arm. He's a janitor at an elementary school. He has to take the bus to work... and they banned me from the tracks for life.