here's some quotes from the fast and the furious. it started out as quotes we remembered from the movie when it was in theaters still. then i came out and i went through and corrected them. i'm still in the process of doing that so...ya.
Mia: Tuna on white, no crust right?
Brian: I don’t know, how is it?
Mia: Everyday for the last 3 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.
Brian: I’ll have the tuna.
Mia: No crust?
Brian: No crust.
Vince: Talk to me Jesse, this ain’t working brother.
Jesse: It's your fuel map, it's got a nasty hole. That's why your unloading in third.
Leon: I told you it was third.
Letty: Hey Dom, you want something to drink? *Dom shakes beverage can*
Jesse: Ah, he's beautiful.
Leon: I like his haircut.
Vince: Try Fat burger from now on. You can get yourself a cheeseburger and fries for $2.95, faggot!
Brian: I like the tuna here.
Vince: Bullshit, asshole. No one likes the tuna here.
Brian: Yeah, well, I do.
Brian: Hey man, he was in my face!
Dom: I'm in your face.
Dom: Jesse, give me the wallet. "Brian Earl Spilner", sounds like a serial killer's name. Is that what you are?
Hector: They call me Hector. I got a last name too but I can't pronounce it, so--
Brian: I'm just waiting for Toretto.
Edwin: Shit, better get in line. This yours?
Brian: Yeah, I’m standing by it.
Edwin: That’s funny. You know, Edwin happens to know a few things and one of those 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: roww. I smell...SKANKS! Why don’t you girls just pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face.
Brian: I lose, the winner takes my car clean and clear. But, if I win, I take the money, and I take the respect.
Dom: Respect?
Brian: To some people that's more important.
Dom: Yeah, and a stand alone fuel management system. Not a bad way to spend ten-thousand dollars.
Edwin: He’s got enough NOS in there to blow himself up, period.
Pizza Boy: What the hell’s goin on around here?
Leon: Street’s closed Pizza Boy, find another way home.
Pizza Boy: Goddamn street racers!
Jesse: Was that fun? *pops hood, smoke everywhere*
Dom: What are you smiling about?
Brian: Dude, I almost had you.
Dom: Almost had me? You never had me. You never had your car. Granny shiftin, not double-clutching like you should. You’re lucky that 100 shot of NOS didn’t blow the welds on the intake. Almost had me? Now me and the mad scientist gotta rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried. Ask any racer, any real racer, it don't matter if you win by in inch or a mile. Winning’s winning.
Leon: Oh shit! We got cops, cops, cops! Go!
Dom: Yo, Einstein. Take it upstairs. You can’t detail a car with the cover on. Can’t even get that right.
Letty: Are you alright?
Dom: Am I alright?
Letty: It was just a question.
Vince: Yo, Dom! Why’d you bring the buster here?
Dom: Cuz the buster kept me outta handcuffs. He didn’t just run back to the fort! The buster brought me back!
Dom: You can have any brew you want, as long as it’s a Corona. *hands Vince’s beer to Brian*
Brian: Thanks man.
Dom: This is Vince’s so enjoy it.
Brian: Hey bro, you got a bathroom?
Dom: Yeah upstairs, first door on the right.
Dom: Yo, you know you still owe me a 10 second car, right?
Letty: ouch! Hahaha...oh shit...
Mia: Come on, let’s go get me a drink.
Brian: So, what do you want?
Mia: Uh, anything, as long as it's cold. You know, my brother likes you, he usually doesn't like anyone.
Brian: Yeah, he’s a complicated guy.
Mia: Yeah, what about you?
Brian: I'm simpler.
Mia: You’re a shitty liar.
Brian: I’ll take that as a compliment.
Mia: But there’s a problem.
Brian: What’s that?
Mia: You need to get some sleep, and you definitely, definitely need a shower. Come on, I’ll take you home.
Brian: I just need more time.
Other Cop: If you want time, buy the magazine...
Dom: Waddaya got there?
Brian: This is your car.
Dom: My car? I said a 10 second car, not a 10 minute car.
Jesse: You could push this across the finish line, or...tow it?
Brian: No faith.
Dom: Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard, this is a garage.
Brian: Pop the hood.
Dom: Pop the hood?
Brian: Pop the hood.
Jesse: 2JZ engine, no shit.
Brian: What did I tell you?
Dom: I retract my previous statement.
Jesse: This will decimate all AFTER you put about fifteen grand in it or more, and if we have to, overnight parts from Japan.
Dom: Put it on my tab at Harry's.
Jesse: Yes!
Dom: I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass. There's a showdown in the desert next week, and that's where you'll do it. And another thing, when you're not working at Harry's you're working here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Mr. Arizona, you don't belong near a car.
Mia: He owns you now.
Dom: Since you were the first person to reach for the chicken, you gotta say the prayer.
Jesse: Dear heavenly...
Leon: Spirit
Jesse: ...spirit. Thank you. um, thank you for providing us with the direct-port nitrous injection, 4 core intercoolers, and ball bearing turbos, and titanium valve springs, Amen.
Letty: Prayin to the car gods man. *Vince sits down* Let’s eat some grub man.
Jesse: I have that...ahh, what is it called? Attention...Disorder...
Brian: ADD?
Jesse: Ya, that shit. I was good at Algebra and math and shit, the other subjects I failed and dropped out of school. I don't kno...it's just something about engines that calms me down.
Vince: Chachacha.
Mia: Yeah Chachacha, well you can take me there. Say 10 o'clock?
Brian: Okay sounds good.
Jesse: There's no popcorn?
Vince: Get your own goddamn popcorn!
Dom: You got big plans tonight?
Brian: I’m taking her out to dinner.
Dom: You break her heart, I’ll break you’re neck.
Brian: That’s not gonna happen.
Dom: What are they gonna race with? Hopes and dreams?
Letty: See ya!
Brian: ...Mia, what's Dom's cell phone number?
Mia: 323-555-6439
Brian: Did you get that?
Dom: It had so much torque the chassis twisted off the line.
They said that my father died on impact...that it was me who was screaming.
I live my life a quarter mile at a time...and for those 10 seconds or less, I'm free. (there's stuff in between that I don't remember)
