Cindy: [as Shawn approaches his Monte Carlo at the high school parking lot, a red Viper is parked next to him. Sitting on the Viper is Cindy, who is polishing her toenails] Nice car.
Shawn Boswell: It does the job.
Cindy: Doing what? Delivering pizzas?
Shawn Boswell: It's not the ride, it's the rider.
Clay: [Clay sees Cindy talking to Shawn] You talking to my girl?
Shawn Boswell: She was just admiring my ride.
Clay: That? My grandma's Buick can smoke that piece of shit trailer trash !
Shawn Boswell: What about your daddy's Viper?
Clay: [Clay pauses, then chuckles] This beast's got 500-horsepower and a Borla exhaust system. It does 0-60 in what, 4.3 seconds?
Shawn Boswell: Wow. You can read the brochure.
[Shawn enters his Monte Carlo and drives off. Clay then throws a baseball at the Monte Carlo, shattering the rear window]
Shawn Boswell: [Shawn drives his Nissan Silvia S15 to the starting line next to a silver Plymouth Roadrunner] Nice ride.
Dominic Toretto: I won it from our friend Han a few years ago.
Shawn Boswell: I didn't know he was into American muscle.
Dominic Toretto: He was when he was rollin' with me.
Shawn Boswell: You know, this ain't no 10-second race.
Dominic Toretto: I've got nothin' but time.
Twinkie: [as Shawn drives around the carmaraderie at the parking lot, Twinkie throws a box of tissues on his lap] That's for when you blow your wad.
Kamata: There's an old saying: 'For want of a nail, the horseshoe was lost. For want of a horseshoe, the steed was lost. For want of a steed, the message was not delivered. For want of an undelivered message, the war was lost.'
Shawn Boswell: Can I get a copy of that?
Twinkie: You know that famous painting? The one with the woman smiling all the time?
Shawn Boswell: The Mona Lisa?
Twinkie: Right, right, right the Mona Lisa. Well look man, this car right here is like the Mona Lisa of the drift world. Han rebuilt this bad-boy from ground up. We talkin forged pistons, bigger turbo, new rise, new crankshaft. Hey man, Han's labour ain't cheap, you feel me?
Shawn Boswell: Well if I needed a 30 second lesson on how to drift...
Twinkie: All right look man there lots of ways you can do this all right. Handbraking is the easiest so the first thing I want you to do, I want you to rip that E-Brake all right. After you rip that E-Brake then I want you to power over.
[Shawn looks puzzled about the power over]
Twinkie: You know what, just don't mess up Mona all right?
Shawn Boswell: [Shawn engages the nitrous in Han's RX-7 and zips past a Skyline. He suddenly notices a police car parked on the left side of the road. The cops clock him at 197 km/h. Shawn is surprised when he sees that the police car is not bothering to chase him] What the?
Han: Police cars here are only factory tuned.If you can do better than 180K they can't catch you, so they don't even try.
Shawn Boswell: [Chuckles] You know what, I'm beginning to like this country already?
Han: What'd you expect? You didn't just play with fire, you soaked the matches in gasoline.
Han: Life's simple, you make choices and you don't look back.
Earl: My mother, she's blind in one eye and she can drift better than that.
Shawn Boswell: Drift?
[Elevator doors open, two cars pass drifting right in front of the door]
Twinkie: Still need a dictionary?
Shawn Boswell: [Talking about when he won his first race] The day I got my license is the day I got my first speeding ticket. Day after that I won my first race, I beat this rich kid by three lengths.I've gotta admit, it felt good! It felt like...
Neela: Like everything else just disappears...
Shawn Boswell: No past and no future...
Neela: No problems. Just the moment...
Han: The Red Evo's yours
Shawn Boswell: What do you mean?
Han: You're representing me now. What you think, I'm gonna let you roll in a Hyundai?
Lieutenant Boswell: You know Sean, the Japanese have a saying, "The nail that sticks out gets hammered."
Han: There's no 'wax on wax off' with drifting. You learn by doing it. The first drifters invented drifting out here in the mountains by feeling it. So feel it.
Cindy: [after Clay shatters the rear windshield of Shawn's Monte Carlo with a baseball, Shawn steps out of his car and has a stare down with Clay and his gang. As Clay's gang approaches Shawn, Shawn brandishes a wrench in his hand, and they stop] Why don't you nice boys let your cars do the talking?
Shawn Boswell: I only race for pink slips.
Clay: This car goes for 80 grand. What am I gonna do with a broken-ass piece of shit like that?
[Crowd howls while Shawn smiles at Clay]
Cindy: How about me?
[Shawn and Clay stare at Cindy]
Cindy: Winner gets... me.
[Shawn smiles. Clay spits]
Shawn Boswell: Why'd you let me race your car? You knew I was gonna wreck it.
Han: Why not?
Shawn Boswell: 'Cause that's a lot of money.
Han: I have money, it's trust and character I need around me. You know, who you choose to be around you lets you know who you are. One car in exchange for knowing what a man's made of? That's a price I can live with.
Han: I don't care if you're sick as a dog or in bed with Beyonce. I call, you show.
Han: Fifty percent of something is better than a hundred percent of nothing.