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~The Fast and the Furious: Quarter Mile~

My Favorite Quotes:

Mia: Tuna on white, no crust, right?
Brian: I don’t know, how is it?
Mia: Everyday 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, hasn’t changed.
Brian: I’ll have the tuna.
Mia: No crust?
Brian: No crust.

Letty (to Mia): How you livin’, girl?

Jesse (re Brian): Ahh, he is beautiful.
Leon: I like his haircut.

Leon (to Jesse): I love this part.

Vince: Yo, try Fat Burger from now on, you can get yourself a double cheese with fries for $2.95, faggot.
Brian: I like the tuna here.
Vince: Bullshit, asshole, no one likes the tuna here.

Dom: What’d you put in that sandwich?
Mia: That’s really funny.

Brian: Hey, man, he was in my face.
Dom: I’m in your face. (to Vince) Relax, don’t push it. You embarrass me!

Dom: Don’t come around here again.
Brian: Hey, man, you know, this is bullshit.
Dom: You work for Harry, right?
Brian: Yeah, I just started.
Dom: You were just fired.

Harry (to Brian): Amateurs don’t use nitrous oxide. I’ve seen the way you drive, you’ve got a heavy foot. You’ll blow yourself to pieces. Hector: Sweet ride. What you running under there, man? (Brian just smiles) You’re gonna make me find out the hard way?
Brian: Hell yeah.

Edwin: This yours?
Brian: Yeah, I’m standing next to it.
Edwin: That’s funny. You know, Edwin happens to know a few things, and one of the things Edwin knows is, it’s not how you stand by your car, it’s how you race your car. You better learn that.

Letty: Rowr. I smell (sniffs) skanks. Why don’t you girls just pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face?

Dom: Letty, I was just talking . . . .

Jesse: Hey, you just can’t climb in the ring with Ali ‘cause you think you box.
Brian (points to Vince): He knows I can box. So check it out, it’s like this, I lose, winner takes my car clean and clear. But if I win, I take the cash, and I take the respect.
Dom: Respect? (Laughter from crowd)
Brian: To some people that’s more important.

Brian: So what do you say, am I worthy?
Dom: We don’t know yet, but you’re in.

Brian: You’re gonna win. I’m gonna win.

Dom: What are you smiling about?
Brian: Dude, I almost had you!
Dom: You almost had me? You never had me. You never had your car.

Dom (to Brian): Ask any racer, any real racer, it don’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning’s winning.

Dom: You’re the last person in the world I expected to show up.
Brian: Yeah, well, 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 keeping your car.

Brian: So what about you?
Dom: Two years in Lompoc. I’ll die before I go back.

Johnny Tran: This your ride?
Brian: It was, it’s his now.
Dom: No it’s not, I haven’t taken delivery.

Tran: I’ll see you in the desert next month. Be ready to have your ass handed to you.
Dom: You’re gonna need more than that crotch rocket.
Tran: I’ve got something for you.

Brian: So what the hell was that all about?
Dom: It’s a long story.
Brian: Well, we’ve got a twenty mile hike, humor me.
Dom: A business deal that went sour. Plus I made the mistake of sleeping with his sister.

Dom (to Jesse): Yo, Einstein, take it upstairs. You can’t detail a car with the cover on. Can’t even get that right.

Dom: You can have any brew you want, as long as it’s a Corona.
Brian (takes bottle): Thanks, man.
Dom: That’s Vince’s, so enjoy it.

Vince (to Dom): You don’t know that fool for shit!
Leon: Yeah, he’s right, Dom.
Dom: Vince, there was a time when I didn’t know you.
Vince: That was in the third grade.

Dom (Brian): Yo. You know you owe me a ten second car, right?

Leon (to Mia): Oh, come on, man, we was just about to get along.
Jesse: Yeah.

Mia: You know my brother likes you. He usually doesn’t like anybody.
Brian: Yeah, he’s a complicated guy.
Mia: Yeah, what about you?
Brian: I’m simpler.
Mia: You’re a shitty liar.

Brian: Damn, Muse, will you take these things off? I mean, shit, you put ‘em on so tight.
Muse: I like realism.
Brian: Yeah, right.
Sgt. Tanner: You never know who’s watching, Brian.

Tanner: Okay, here he is, fresh from Toretto’s hot rod heaven.
Agent Bilkins: That was an eighty thousand dollar vehicle, Officer.
Brian (to Tanner): Wait a minute, didn’t you tell him what happened?
Tanner: He knows what happened.
Brian: Hey, you know what, why don’t you send the bill to Johnny Tran?
Tanner: Brian.
Bilkins: The kid is giving me attitude?

Tanner: Is Harry cooperating?
Brian: Yeah, like a guy who’s gonna do three to five for receiving stolen property if he doesn’t.
Tanner: What kind of vibe is he getting from Toretto?
Brian: Scared to death of him, but he doesn’t think he’s jacking trucks in his spare time, either. He’s too controlled for that.
Tanner: Great. Not that I want to contradict Harry’s fine judge of character, but, uh, Toretto did hard time for nearly beating a guy to death. He’s got nitrous oxide in his blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him.
Brian (walking away): Hey, Tanner, I’m gonna need another car.

Dom: What the hell is this? What do you got there?
Brian: This is your car.
Dom: My car? I said a ten second car, not a ten minute car.

Brian: No faith.
Dom: Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn’t a junkyard, this is a garage.

Dom (to Brian): I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass.

Dom (to Brian): If you can’t find the right tool in this garage, Mr. Arizona, you don’t belong near a car.

Mia (to Brian): He owns you now.

Brian (to Jesse): Man, you should be going to MIT, or something.

Dom: Vince, get over here and give us a hand.
Vince: Looks like you got all the help you need, brother.

Jesse: Dear heavenly, uh . . . .
Leon: Spirit.
Jesse: Spirit, thank you. (gives Leon thumbs up) Thank you for providing us with the direct port nitrous injection, four core inner coolers, and ball bearing turbos, and, um, titanium valve springs. Thank you.
Leon: Amen.
Dom: Not bad.
Brian: Amen.
Letty: He’s praying to the car gods, man.

Brian: No. See, the cook doesn’t clean where I come from.
Mia: Yeah? I’d like to go there.

Brian: You know, I think we should go out sometime.
Mia: No, I don’t, I don’t date my brother’s friends.
Brian: Oh, that sucks. I guess I’ll have to kick his ass, then.

Vince (laughing at Brian doing dishes): Wash my car when you get done.
Mia: What was that?
Vince: No, Mia, I’m talking to the punk. And wear your favorite dress, ‘cause when you’re done, I’m putting you on the street where you belong, cutie.

Vince: Smells like cop.
Dom: Brian, this is one of those times when you need to be very clear about what you say.

Dom: So what are you saying, you’re gonna go around and check everybody’s shit out, one garage after another?
Brian: Yeah. Because, Dom, you know, I can’t lose again.
Vince: He’s a cop. He’s a cop!
Dom: You a cop? (Brian half shakes his head no) Let’s go for a little ride.

Vince: Yo, Dominic. No engines.
Dom: What do they plan on racing with, hopes and dreams?

Bilkins: Now we have a top echelon fence with a lube hose in his mouth, automatic weapons, a jacket full of priors on every one of these Asian punks, a garage full of DVD players, and generally psychotic behavior. You tell me why we shouldn’t move on Johnny Tran right now and see where we are when the dust settles.
Brian: Because all we have is behavior.

Brian: Would s—, would someone just get me a cigarette?
Bilkins (to Muse): Get him a cigarette.
Tanner: Don’t get him a cigarette. (to Brian) I though you quit.
Brian: Yeah, I did quit, but just get me a cigarette.
Bilkins: Get him a cigarette.
Tanner: No! (To Brian) Tell me about Toretto.
Brian: Well, I told you, I think he’s too controlled for this. I mean, what, going suicidal on semi-trucks? No way. I mean, maybe his buddy Vince, but he’s too stupid to pull it off.
Muse: I think the kid sister’s blurring your vision.
Brian: What did you say?
Muse: I don’t blame you, I’d get off on her surveillance photos, too, buddy.
(Brian jumps Muse, Tanner and Bilkins pull them apart)
Tanner: Knock it off! What, are you going native on me, Brian? Have you read Toretto’s file lately?
Brian: Yeah, I memorized it.

Tanner (to Brian): Toretto did this with a 3/4 inch torque wrench. He’s a model of self-control.

Dom: You got big plans tonight?
Brian: Yeah, we’re going out to dinner.
Dom: You break her heart, I’ll break your neck.
Brian: That’s not gonna happen.

Dom (to Brian): 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.

Mia (to Brian): It’s just the way my brother is, though, you know. Dom’s like, he’s, he’s like gravity. You know, everything just gets pulled to him. Even you.

Bilkins: So, is this the kind of intelligence I can expect from you, O’Conner?
Brian: You’re gonna put this on me?
Bilkins: I can put it on whoever I want to, kid. Perks of the job.

Tanner: It’s Toretto, Brian, it always has been Toretto. Tran and Hector are, they’re just fumes. Well, I know you’ve been lying to me, my question is this, have you been lying to yourself because you can’t see past Mia?
Brian: He won’t go back to prison.
Tanner: Well, that’s the choice he’s going to have to make. There’s all kinds of family, Brian, and that’s a choice you’re gonna have to make.

Brian: Nice car. What’s the retail on one of those?
Ferrari Guy: More than you can afford, pal. Ferrari. (revs engine)
Dom (closes computer, to Brian): Smoke him.

Dom: So, what’s wrong, Brian?
Brian: Nothing, man, I’m fine.
Dom: Come on, obviously something’s off.
Brian: Look, I have my good days and I have my bad days, just like anybody else.
Dom: Brian, don’t lose that cool of yours, it’s your meal ticket.

Brian: I know there’s no way in hell that you paid for all that shit that’s under the hood of those cars by doing tune-ups and selling groceries. Now, whatever it is you’re in on, I want in on it, too. (Long silence, then Dom slides folded paper over to Brian) Well, what is this?
Dom: Read it.
Brian: What is this for?
Dom: It’s directions. To race wars. We’ll see how you do, then we’ll talk.

Jesse: Hey, Bri, what’s up?
Brian: Hey, what’s up Jesse. What do you have in your hand?
Jesse: Throwing down the pink slip, just like you.
Brian: The pink slip for what, the Jetta?
Jesse: Yeah.
Brian: You can’t bet your dad’s car.
Jesse: It’s all right, I ain’t losing. This fool is running a Honda 2000. I'll win, that way 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.

Tran (re Jesse): Where’s he going?
Dom: He went to the car wash.
Tran: Whatever. Go fetch my car.
Dom: Go fetch your car? We’re not on your block anymore, you better watch who you talk to like that.

Brian: If you don’t want anything to happen to your brother, to Letty, to Leon, to Vince, you have to just get in that car with me right now, you have to help me. Mia, you are the only person that can help me right now. Please, Mia, please help me.

Leon: Your sister’s right about this one, this don’t feel good.
Dom: Don’t do that.
Letty: Something’s wrong.
Dom: Stop.
Letty: We shouldn’t be doing this without Jesse.
Dom: Look, this is the motherlode. We’ve been on this for three months. After this it’s a long vacation for everyone. Let’s go.

Brian (to Dom): If we don’t get him to an ambulance in ten minutes, he’s dead. (To Mia) Hold this, hold the pressure just like that.
Mia: Got it.
Brian: Don’t let go, hold his arm up.
Mia: Vince!
Brian (speaks into cell phone while watching Dom’s reaction): Yeah, yeah, this is Officer Brian O’Conner. I’m off-duty MAPD. I need a life flight pull out right away.

Brian: Dom, put the gun down now.
Dom: Move your car.
Brian: No, bullshit, put it down now! No more running.
Dom: I’m not running!
Brian: Where’s Leon and Letty?
Dom: They’re long gone.
Brian: Then it’s over. I didn’t call the police, but don’t push me, put the gun down! I swear to god . . . .
Dom: You are the cops! You’re a cop! Brian, I gotta find Jesse before they do. I’m all the kid’s got.
Brian: I’ll call in the plates, PD’ll pick him up way before Johnny even gets near him.

Brian (runs over to wrecked Charger): Dom!
Dom: That’s not what I had in mind.

Dom: You know what you’re doing?
Brian: I owe you a ten second car.

~End~

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