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.
All right, let’s see what this thing can do.
You don’t need to send a man to do a woman’s job.
What’d you expect? You didn’t just play with fire, you soaked the matches in gasoline.
A real driver knows exactly what’s in his car.
Dominic Toretto, you don’t know me. But you’re about to.
I may not remember anything, but I know one thing about myself. Nobody makes me do anything I don’t want to.
Hey, my man, I need you to turn this plane around.
Cars can’t fly, Dom, cars can’t fly!
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.
Yo, shrinkage! We’ve got a sub to catch. Get in!
All my life I’ve lived in your shadow… Now you’re gonna dwell in mine.
Want to go for a drive?
You know, I like you. But I still gotta kill you. It’s my job.
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