114 Badass Fast & Furious Quotes From This Amazing Franchise

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

Roman Pearce: What you checkin’ her out for?
Brian: I’m not checkin’ her out.
Roman Pearce: Yes, you were.
Brian: No, I wasn’t.
Roman Pearce: I seen you checkin’ her out man.
Brian: Ok, I was. Now shut up.
Roman Pearce: You shut up. Don’t tell me to shut up.
Monica: Both you girlies shut up.

Brian: What was the deal back there?
Dom: It’s a long story.
Brian: We have a twenty mile hike. Humor me.
Dom: A business deal that went sour. Plus I made the mistake of sleeping with his sister.

You don’t need to send a man to do a woman’s job.

Brian: Thanks a lot, Tej. You’re the clutch. I owe you one big time.
Tej: Yeah, Brian, you really do owe me, man. You really do. Us. Suki says you owe *us*, aight?

American muscle.

All right, let’s see what this thing can do.

Johnny 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.
Johnny Tran: I got something for you.

You still fight like shit, bro.

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

You can have any brew you want… as long as it’s a Corona.

Roman Pearce: Don’t drop the soap, big homie!
Brian: I hope you know when he gets out, he’s gonna kill your ass.
Roman Pearce: He ain’t getting out.
Carter Verone: I’ll see you soon.
Roman Pearce: You think he gonna get out?
Brian: He’ll be out.
Roman Pearce: No, for real. You think he getting out?

You know, I like you. But I still gotta kill you. It’s my job.

Roman Pearce: The old man’s gonna blow our cover before we even get started.
Agent Markham: Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!
Brian: What’s going on here?
Agent Markham: Hold this. You think you can shoot at me? I’m a goddamn federal agent!

Want to go for a drive?

Move, bitch!

Evo? Where’d you get an Evo from?

Roman Pearce: What this job you have for us anyway?
Carter Verone: Come with me. The house has ears in it. I have something I want you to carry from North Beach to the Keys.
Brian: 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: 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 Pearce: Make it a hundred G’s a piece, papi. Look, man, obviously, your pockets ain’t nervous.
Carter Verone: Hey, hey, hey! Don’t ever touch me.
Roman Pearce: Ours are empty. Like I said, we hungry.

Brian: Man, when you start eating so much?
Roman Pearce: 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 Pearce: Got two new cars! That’s all my man!
Korpi: Damm!
Roman Pearce: Y’all ain’t ready, homeboy! Get to walking, Fabio. Use them bus tokens, partner!

All my life I’ve lived in your shadow… Now you’re gonna dwell in mine.

Yo, shrinkage! We’ve got a sub to catch. Get in!

A war is coming to us whether we like it or not. If a war is coming, we’re gonna face it on the streets we know best.

Cars can’t fly, Dom, cars can’t fly!

Roman Pearce: What’s all that?
Carter Verone: We’re gonna have a little fun.
Monica: Thank you.

Hey, my man, I need you to turn this plane around.

I may not remember anything, but I know one thing about myself. Nobody makes me do anything I don’t want to.

Dominic Toretto, you don’t know me. But you’re about to.

A real driver knows exactly what’s in his car.

What’d you expect? You didn’t just play with fire, you soaked the matches in gasoline.

Oh yeah you think you’re the bomb, home?

Roman Pearce: We did all that for a damn cigar?
Carter Verone: No. You did that for a job.

Carter Verone: 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.

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.

Home stretch, baby.

Brian: Hey, Jimmy! We got any half-empty bottles of nitrous laying around?
Jimmy: Sure, but I already loaded you with spray.
Brian: I’m thinking we may need it for something else. ‘Cause our cars may get a little crowded.

Enrique: What is that?
Roman Pearce: It’s Barstow, baby! It’s about to get ugly!

Kiss my ass, Putos!

Whoa, smack that ass!

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?

Damn! Where’d ya’ll confiscate these rims from, man?

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?

He’s clean, dirty, but clean.

Roman Pearce: 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. I’ma tell you, bro. You let your man, Markham do that shit again in front of Verone, that gonna be our ass.
Brian: I know man it’s getting thick real quick. We need some way out through some kind of exit strategy.
Roman Pearce: Exit strategy, huh?
Brian: Yeah.
Roman Pearce: I like the way that sounds. Wachu got in mind?
Brian: I don’t know man, but we need two more cars.

Agent Markham: Hey, that’s mine!
Roman Pearce: So?

Roman Pearce: You’re not gonna do what I think you’re gonna do.
Brian: Yeah, I think so.

How ’bout them apples, man?

Brian: Same old Rome, doing the same old stupid shit.
Roman Pearce: Get up off me man.
Brian: Listen, running your mouth? Insulting people? Stealing Verone’s shit?
Roman Pearce: You think I’ma let somebody stare me down? I ain’t let nobody stare me down in jail homeboy. You think I’ma let it fly on the beach?
Brian: “And you; I’ll take my cutter back” Rich ass… And you’re packing!
Roman Pearce: Like you ain’t! Exactly…

Brian: Nice shirt, Bilkins.
Agent Bilkins: It’s my day off.

Roman Pearce: Man, it’s a hoasis in here, breh.
Brian: Yeah, lots of potential.

Carter Verone: Hey, you! Your pockets aren’t empty.
Roman Pearce: Damn.
Carter Verone: I’ll take my cutter back.
Brian: Stupid ass.
Roman Pearce: Hey, man, I figured you had, like 12 or 13…
Carter Verone: You not too bright, are you? Just get out of here. Get out of here.

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?

Only my homeboys call me Rome, pig.

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

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

Brian: They got deep pockets?
Tej: Real deep.
Brian: What’s up, Suki?
Suki: What’s up, Bullitt?
Brian: What do you say we kick it a nickel?
Orange Julius: ‘Perate, ‘perate, ‘perate, cabrón. No one said nothing about raising the stakes!
Brian: If that’s the case, why don’t you ask these nice people here to back off the line so you can go home?

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

Whoa, fellas, fellas. I know my tags are outta date, but damn.

CRAZY-ASS WHITE BOY!

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

Brian: 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… 24?
Brian: I didn’t know pizza places made motors.

There were mass cops out there, that shit was orchestrated.

Hey. Dom. We were just about to go look for you.

A couple of Nissan SR20’s would pull a premium one week before race wars.

Rasta Racer: Come on, what you got? What you got?
Letty: See ya!

Just packed up a real money load and it’s comin’ your way. Look for “Rodgers” on the side of the truck. Don’t forget my share of the deal.

I’m not running!

Sgt. Tanner: Are you going native on me, Brian?
Muse: I think the sister’s clouding his judgement.
Brian: What was that?
Muse: Hey, I don’t blame you. I get off on her surveillance photos too.

Agent Bilkins: DVD players were purchased legally. All we’ve got on Tran and his boys are some low-rent weapons charges and some outstanding speeding tickets.
Sgt. Tanner: So, they’re out.
Agent Bilkins: Father bailed them out. Is this the kind of intelligence I can except from you, O’Connor?
Brian: What, you’re gonna pin this on me?
Agent Bilkins: Hey, I can pin this on whoever I want to. Perks of the job.

Brian: Hey, what’s up, Jesse? What do you have in your hand?
Jesse: Throwing down the pinkslip just like you.
Brian: Pinkslip for what? The Jetta?
Jesse: Yeah.
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.

Johnny Tran: What are feeling, Lance… 40 weight? 50 weight?
Lance Nguyen: 40 Weight sounds nice…

Oh shit! We got cops, cops, cops, cops!

Mia: Jesus Christ, Dom! Would you get out here please? I’m sick of this shit! I’m not kidding, Dom! Get out here!
Dom: What’d you put on that sandwich?
Mia: That’s *really* funny!
Letty: DOM!
Dom: Alright.

Jesse: These are the additions, this is the basic layout of the car, and this is what it could look like when it’s done. Red, green, whatever.
Brian: Hey man, you should be going to MIT or something.
Jesse: No man, I got that attention disorder.
Brian: Oh, A.D.D.?
Jesse: Yes, that shit.

Not a bad way way to spend ten grand.

Take it upstairs Einstien! You can’t detail a car with the cover on. Can’t even get that right.

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.

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.

Brian: I just need some more time.
Agent Bilkins: If you want time, buy the magazine.

That’s not what I had in mind.

Hector: Wait, hold up, hold up. Look at this snowman right here, man. Sweet ride! Whatcha runnin’ under there, man? You’re gonna make me find out the hard way?
Brian: Hell yeah!
Hector: You’re brave! You’re brave! They call me Hector. Gotta last name too, but I can’t pronounce it.
Brian: Brian Spilner.
Hector: Typical white boy name, know what I mean?

You know what? This will decimate all, after, you put about fifteen grand in it or more. If we have to, overnight parts from Japan.

You look a bit tired… I think you should go upstairs and give me a massage.

Hector is going to be running 3 Honda Civics with spoon engines. And on top of that he just came into Harry’s and he ordered 3 T66 turbos, with NOS, and a Motec system exhaust.

Look who it is! Old Coyotes ‘R’ Us!

Brian: What’s the retail on one of those?
Ferrari Driver: More than you can afford pal. Ferrari.
Dom: Smoke him.

Mia: You know, my brother likes you. Usually he doesn’t like anybody.
Brian: Yeah, he’s a complicated guy.

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: You drive like you’ve done this before. What are you, a wheelman?
Brian: No.
Dom: Boost cars?
Brian: No, never.
Dom: Do time?
Brian: Couple of overnighters. No big deal.
Dom: What about those two years you did in juvie for boosting cars? Tucson, right? I had Jesse run a little background check on you, Mr. Brian Earl Spilner. He can find anything on the web, anything about anyone. So, why bullshit?
Brian: So what about you?
Dom: Two years in Lompoc. I’ll die before I go back.

I used to drag here back in high school. That railroad crossing up there is exactly a quarter-mile away from here. On green, I’m going for it.

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?

Dom: Brian Earl Spilner. Sounds like a serial killer. Is that what you are? Don’t come around here again.
Brian: Man, you know this is bullshit!
Dom: You work for Harry, right?
Brian: Yeah, I just started.
Dom: You were just fired.

Vince: What is this guy sandwich crazy or something?
Leon: Nah. He ain’t here for the food, V.

What did you put in that sandwich?

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.

Dom: This your 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.

Let’s go for a little ride.

You break her heart, I’ll break your neck.

Monica: Feel that? This is yours, even if you lose. But if you win, you get her too.
Edwin: Hey, hey, Monica!
Monica: What’s your problem, nigga? You didn’t win!
Edwin: Fuck you, then!

Johnny Tran: Where’s he going?
Dom: He went to the car wash.
Johnny Tran: Whatever. Go fetch my car!
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!

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.

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.

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!
Brian: Yeah well I do.

I smell… skanks. Why don’t you girls just pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face?

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: So what’s your best time?
Dom: I’ve never driven her…
Brian: Why not?
Dom: She scares the shit out of me.

Mia: Tuna on white. No crust, right?
Brian: I don’t know. How is it?
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.
Brian: I’ll have the tuna.
Mia: No crust?
Brian: No crust.

It’s not how you stand by your car, it’s how you race your car.

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

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. Ask any racer. Any real racer. It don’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning’s winning.

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.

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.