Dom is like gravity, everything just got pulled to him...even you.
No. The only thing that pulled me in is you, being friends with your brother is just a bonus.
Well that's nice, it's nice to come first once in a while.
Dom is like gravity, everything just got pulled to him...even you.
No. The only thing that pulled me in is you, being friends with your brother is just a bonus.
Well that's nice, it's nice to come first once in a while.
Vince, what was that restaurant you wanted to take me to with the little...
The little red candles?
Yeah that place...what was it called?
Cha Cha Cha...
Yeah [turns to Brian] Well you can take me there.
You know what you're doin'?
I owe you a ten-second car.
Man, you should be going to MIT or something.
Yeah right... I got that what is it called...that attention disorder...
ADD?
Yes... that... shit. Anyway, there is something about engines that calms me down, you know?
Hey, hey, Monica! What's up baby-
What's yo' problem ****, you didn't win! [fellow drivers diss him]
**** you, then!
Yo! Try Fatburger from now on! You can get yourself a Double Cheese with fries for $2.95, ****!
I like the tuna here.
Bullshit, asshole. No one likes the tuna here!
Yeah, well I do.
Jesus Christ, Dom, would you get out of there please? I'm sick of this shit! I'm not kidding, Dom get out there!
What you put in that sandwich?
Dom!
Aight. [goes out and breaks up the fight]
Hey, man. He was in my face.
I'm in your face. [Vince charges at Brian, but Leon and Jesse restrain him.] Relax! Don't push it! You embarrass me!
Get over there!
Jesse, give me the wallet. [Jesse picks up Brian's wallet from the ground and hands it to Dom. Dom reads Brian's faux driver's license.] "Brian Earl Spilner." Sounds like a serial killer name. Is that what you are?
No, man.
Don't come around here again. [hands Brian his wallet and walks back to his grocery shop.]
Hey, man, you know, this is bullshit!
You work for Harry, right?
Yeah, I just started.
You were just fired!
You almost had me? You never had me! You never had your car! [crowd heckles] 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! Ask any racer, any real racer; It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is winning.
You break her heart, I'll break your neck.
I smell [sniffs] skanks. Why don't you girls just pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face?
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.