2 Fast 2 Furious (2003)
Brian O'Connor: Pockets ain't empty, cuz.
Roman Pearce: And we ain't hungry no more either, brah.
Brian O'Connor: So, Dunn, looks like we're gonna be partners, bro. Could you tell me right quick what would be a better motor for my Skyline, a Gallo 12 or a Gallo 24?
Agent Dunn: Um...
Agent Dunn: 24?
Brian O'Connor: I didn't know pizza places made motors.
Roman: He did the stare and drive on you, didn't he? He got that from me.
Brian O'Connor: You ready for this?
Roman: Come on, man. Guns, murderers and crooked cops? I was made for this, bro.
Monica: You might wanna keep your eyes on the road, playboy.
[after Roman Pearce smashed the car window]
Brian O'Connor: Now put your blouse back on.
Roman Pearce: Hater.
[Brian turns his car around and drives backwards down the highway]
Roman: CRAZY-ASS WHITE BOY!
Brian O'Connor: They got deep pockets?
Tej: Real deep.
Brian O'Connor: What's up, Suki?
Suki: What's up, Bullet?
Brian O'Connor: What do you say we kick it a nickel?
Orange Julius: 'Perate, 'perate, 'perate.
[wait, wait, wait]
Orange Julius: No one said nothing about raising the stakes!
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?
Tej: Whoa, fellas, fellas. I know my tags are outta date, but damn.
[Carter is being arrested]
Roman: Don't drop the soap, big homie!
Brian O'Connor: I hope you know when he gets out, he's gonna kill your ass.
Roman: He ain't getting out.
Carter Verone: [smirking at Roman] I'll see you soon.
Roman: [nervously] You think he gonna get out?
Brian O'Connor: He'll be out.
Roman: No, for real. You think he getting out?
Roman Pearce: What you checkin' her out for?
Brian O'Connor: I'm not checkin' her out.
Roman Pearce: Yes, you were.
Brian O'Connor: No, I wasn't.
Roman Pearce: I seen you checkin' her out man.
Brian O'Connor: Ok, I was. Now shut up.
Roman Pearce: You shut up. Don't tell me to shut up.
Monica: Both you girlies shut up.
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: Damn, Suki, uh... When you gonna pop my clutch, huh?
Suki: As soon as you get the right set of tools.
Tej: Yeah, a'ight.
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.
Brian O'Connor: [after Brian and Rome escape and Tej and Suki get cited by the police] Thanks a lot, Tej. You're the clutch. I owe you one big time.
Tej: [staring angrily at the officer] Yeah, Brian, you really do owe me, man. You really do.
[Suki elbows Tej]
Tej: Us. Suki says you owe *us*, aight?
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?
[when Brian crosses the finish line first]
Roman Pearce: Got two new cars! That's all my man!
Roman Pearce: Y'all ain't ready, homeboy! Get to walking, Fabio.
[as they were leaving]
Roman Pearce: Use them bus tokens, partner!
Brian O'Connor: Hey, Jimmy! We got any half-empty bottles of nitrous laying around?
Jimmy: Sure, but I already loaded you with spray.
Brian O'Connor: I'm thinking we may need it for something else. 'Cause our cars may get a little crowded.
Roman Pearce: The old man's gonna blow our cover before we even get started.
Agent Markham: [holds gun at Brian and Rome] Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!
Brian O'Connor: What's going on here?
Agent Markham: Hold this.
[tosses Agent Dunn his pistol]
Agent Markham: You think you can shoot at me? I'm a goddamn federal agent!
Carter Verone: Hey, you! Your pockets aren't empty.
Roman: [under his breath] Damn.
Carter Verone: I'll take my cutter back.
Brian O'Connor: Stupid ass.
Roman: [hands the cigar cutter back to Carter] Hey, man, I figured you had, like 12 or 13...
Carter Verone: [cuts Roman off] You not too bright, are you? Just get out of here. Get out of here.
Brian O'Connor: [Grabs Roman] Same old Rome, doing the same old stupid shit
Roman: [Shoves Brian off] Get up off me man
Brian O'Connor: Listen, running your mouth? Insulting people? Stealing Verone's shit?
Roman: You thing ima let somebody stare me down? I ain't let nobody stare me down in jail homeboy. You think ima let it fly on the beach?
Roman: [Mocking Carter]
Brian O'Connor: "And you; I'll take my cutter back" Rich ass...
Brian O'Connor: And you're packing!
Roman: Like you ain't!
Roman: [Looks at Roman then walks away]
Roman: Fuentes in with Verone, Markham trying to blow our cover and we got two wired cars that are better than that ankle braclet of mine. Ima tell you, bro. You let your man, Markham do that shit again in front of Verone, that gonna be our ass.
Brian O'Connor: I know man its getting thick real quick. We need some way out through some kind of exit strategy.
Roman: Exit strategy, huh?
Brian O'Connor: Yeah.
Roman: [Roman takes a bite out of his sandwich] I like the way that sounds. Wachu got in mind?
Brian O'Connor: I don't know man, but we need two more cars.
Roman: Damn! Where'd ya'll confiscate these rims from, man?
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: Man, when you start eating so much?
Roman: I was in jail, breh. I know how shitty the grub is on the inside. With the way things are shaping up out here right now, it'll be a matter of time before I'm back in there, or dead. So I'm trying to eat all I can, while I can. Plus, the doctor tell me I got a high metabolism.
Roman: What this job you have for us anyway?
Carter Verone: Come with me. The house has ears in it.
[Carter tosses his cigar out]
Carter Verone: I have something I want you to carry from North Beach to the Keys.
Brian O'Connor: What is it?
Carter Verone: Just put in the car what I tell you to, drive it to me and don't let anybody stop you. Understand?
Brian O'Connor: Yeah. Any chance of cop trouble?
Carter Verone: No. I'm buying you a window of time, but it's not gonna be open very long. You make it, and I'll personally hand you a hundred G's at the finish line.
Roman: [getting greedy] Make it a hundred G's a piece, papi. Look, man, obviously, your pockets ain't nervous.
Carter Verone: [Roman reaches for Carter's left pocket when he grabs his hand] Hey, hey, hey! Don't ever touch me.
Roman: Ours are empty. Like I said, we hungry.
[about the Evo ]
Brian O'Connor: All right, let's see what this thing can do.
[about Brian's record ]
Monica: He's clean, dirty, but clean.
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?
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.
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.
[Carter reveals the package was a cigar]
Roman: We did all that for a damn cigar?
Carter Verone: No. You did that for a job.
[Brian tries to use the ejection seat, but it doesn't work]
Enrique: What is that?
[Brian repeatedly tries the ejection seat, but it still doesn't work]
Enrique: What is that?
Roman Pearce: [over radio] It's Barstow, baby! It's about to get ugly!
[During the opening race, Suki is trying to pass a rival]
Suki: Move, bitch!
Brian O'Connor: Oh yeah you think you're the bomb, home?
Enrique: You know, I like you. But I still gotta kill you. It's my job.
Tej: Yo, Jimmy, man, give me the status. Tell me we good.
[Brian, Roman, Carter, Monica, Roberto, and Enrique walk into a special room in the back of Pearl, a nightclub; Brian and Roman sees a blowtorch, a cloth, and a bucket]
Roman Pearce: What's all that?
Carter Verone: We're gonna have a little fun.
[Carter pops open a champagne, then pours Monica a glass]
Monica: Thank you.
Detective Whitworth: Hey, Carter.
Carter Verone: Meet, uh, Detective Whitworth.
[the call girl who was with Det. Whitworth walks away]
Carter Verone: One of Miami's finest. Thank you, sweetheart. Are you enjoying yourself, Detective?
Detective Whitworth: Yeah, I was. I mean, you know me.
Carter Verone: [turning cross] Yeah, I do know you. You been on my payroll a long time.
Detective Whitworth: Verone, that ain't right.
Carter Verone: Shut up. I got one last job for you, Detective. You hear me?
Detective Whitworth: Look, we've been through all this.
Carter Verone: Yeah?
Detective Whitworth: Yeah. I said I can't do it.
Carter Verone: Hmm. That's the wrong answer. The table.
[Roberto and Enrique grabs Det. Whitworth and ties him to the table]