Vin Diesel credited as playing...
Dominic Toretto
- Dom: 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.
- Dom: 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?
- Extra: You Tell him Dominic. Get out of here
- Dom: Now, me and the mad scientist got to rip apart the block... and replace the piston rings you fried.
- [closes bonnet of car]
- Dom: Ask any racer. Any real racer. It don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning.
- [Crowd cheers in agreement]
- Dom: [pointing to a picture] 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.
- Dom: Jesse, since you were the first to reach in and grab some chicken, why don't you say grace?
- Jesse: [saying grace] 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.
- Johnny Tran: [about Jesse who is driving away] Where's he going?
- Dom: [sarcastic] 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: [as Dom walks away] 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 punches Tran and a brawl ensues]
- Dom: I never narc'd on nobody! I never narc'd on nobody!
- 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: [points to Vince] 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: [laughing] Respect?
- Brian: To some people, that's more important.
- Dom: ...That your car?
- [Dominic breaks up a fight between Vince and Brian]
- Dom: [checks Brian's wallet] 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.
- Dom: [looking at the junked Toyota Supra being hauled in] 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.
- Brian: What's the retail on one of those?
- Ferrari Driver: More than you can afford pal. Ferrari.
- Dom: [turning to Brian] Smoke him.
- 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.
- Dom: 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.