Friday, June 18, 2010

2 Fast 2 Furious

Brian O'Connor: You still fight like shit, bro.

Brian O'Connor: How do ya like them apples?

Roman: Come on, man. Guns, murderers and crooked cops? I was made for this, bro.

Suki: Loser walks home.

Monica: You might wanna keep your eyes on the road, playboy.

Tej: Damn, Suki, uh... When you gonna pop my clutch, huh?
Suki: As soon as you get the right set of tools.

Roman: He did the stare and drive on you, didn't he? He got that from me.

Roman: Only my homeboys call me Rome, pig.

Enrique: You know, I like you. But I still gotta kill you. It's my job.

Brian O'Connor: Now put your blouse back on.
Roman Pearce: Hater.

Roman: CRAZY-ASS WHITE BOY!

Tej: Do I even wanna know where the Skyline is, Dawg? Or where you've been for the past couple'a days? Or where the hell you got these rides from?

Roman: Damn! Where'd ya'll confiscate these rims from, man?

Roman: Enjoyin' the ride? Man, it's a fast car, huh? Man, it's a classic. Old school. American muscle. Man, this car can do all kinda things, man. Wanna see?

Roman: [to Enrique and Roberto] Verone pay ya'll to keep a straight face like that? 'Cause If I was makin' money, shit, I'd get that mole removed off my damn nose.

Roman: [to Enrique and Roberto] How much he pay ya'll anyway? Every time I see ya'll, man, ya'll got the silk shirts on, jewelry, you know, lookin' real Miami. You know? I caught you walkin' up in the club, you got the hamburger meat all hangin' out, you know?

Brian O'Connor: What do you say we kick it a nickel?

Brian O'Connor: If that's the case, why don't you ask these nice people here to back off the line so you can go home?

Roman Pearce: Don't even think about takin' the convertible. It might loosen your mousse.
Brian O'Connor: No, that's cool. That's too much chrome for me anyways.

Tej: All right. You each got a barrel to go around down at the end of the road here. Second wave gotta sit tight till your partner crosses this line right here. First team to go down and back twice wins the race... at which point, the losers WILL hand over them keys. Otherwise, you'll be eating breakfast through straws from now on.

Brian O'Connor: Pockets ain't empty, cuz.
Roman Pearce: And we ain't hungry no more either, brah.

Carter Verone: [to his potential wheelmen] Thank you for coming on such short notice. My red Ferrari was confiscated yesterday, and it sits in an impound lot in Little Haiti. It's about 20 miles from here. The car isn't important. What is important is the package I left in the glove box. The first team back here with the package will have an opportunity to work for me.
Darden: Are you saying we gotta audition?
Carter Verone: Nobody's got a gun to your head. That's it.

Roman: Bye, Carter. Don't drop the soap!
Brian O'Connor: You realize that when he gets out, he's gonna kill your ass.

Roman: Man, it's a hoe-asis in here, brah.

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.

Fast & Furious

Mia: I'm sorry you had to come into my home and pretend to love me. I'm so sorry that you ripped my family apart. I'm very sorry that that was hard for you.

Mia: Maybe you're lying to yourself. Maybe you're not the good guy pretending to be a bad guy. Maybe you're the bad guy pretending to be the good guy. Did ya ever think about that?

Detective: Do you know the difference between a cop and a criminal? One bad judgment call.

Dom: A real driver knows exactly what's in his car.

Racer: How's my ass look, Chia Pet?

Dom: I go down, I do time. I do real time. I don't know about your other drivers. When I see flashing lights in the mirror, I don't stop.

Dom: I'm one of those boys who appreciates a fine body, regardless of the make.

Dom: It starts with the eyes. She's got to have those kind of eyes that can look right through the bullshit to the good in someone. 2-% angel, 80% devil. Down to earth. Ain't afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails.

Dom: I said only pussies run nitrometh.

Judge: I've listened to the testimony, and taken into special consideration Agent O'Connor's appeal for clemency on behalf of Mr. Toretto... that his actions directly resulted in the apprehension of known drug trafficker, Arturo Braga. However... this judiciary finds that one right does not make up for a lifetime worth of wrongs. And as such, I find that I am forced to level the maximum sentence under California law. Dominic Toretto... you are hereby sentenced to serve 25 years to life at the Lompoc prison system... without the possibility of early parole. This court stands adjourned.