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.
Toretto: Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning's winning.
Dom: You can have any brew you want... As long as it's a Corona.
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.
Letty: You want a piece of ass, go to Hollywood Boulevard. You want an adrenaline rush that'll be two large.
Dom: I'm not running!
Brian: I just need some more time.
FBI Officer: If you want time, buy the magazine!
Jesse: Hey, you just can't climb in the ring with Ali 'cause you think you box.