Quotes

Owen Shaw: There she goes, leaving you, again. She's a bloody fickle, that one.

Dominic Toretto: You want bloody? We can do bloody.

Owen Shaw: You've come quite a long way. Young L.A. kid, starts off stealing DVD players, trades up, ends up heisting over $100 million in Rio.

Dominic Toretto: Not bad, huh?

Owen Shaw: It's a good story. Almost inspiring. You see, what I couldn't fathom is why he isn't laying on a beach somewhere with that cute little Brazilian number. Instead, he's here working with a two-bit government hack like Hobbs. And then I realized, he has a weak spot.

Dominic Toretto: We all got a weak spot.

Owen Shaw: You know, when I was young, my brother always said, "Every man has to have a code." Mine: Precision. Use what you have, switch them out when you need to until you get the job done. It's efficient. But you? You're loyal to a fault. Your code is about family. It makes you predictable. And in our line of work, predictable means vulnerable. And that means I can reach out and break you whenever I want.

Dominic Toretto: At least when I go, I'll know what it's for.

Owen Shaw: Well, at least you have a code. Most men don't. So, I'll give you a chance: Take your crew and walk away. That's the only way you're going to keep your family safe.

Dominic Toretto: Your brother never told you never to threaten a man's family? That's a stupid thing to do. But I'll make it simple for you: I walk away when she walks away.

Owen Shaw: Well then, it appears this inspiring tale has come to an end.

[a laser dot appears on Toretto as Adolfson points a sniper rifle at him in the distance]

Dominic Toretto: If that's the way it has to go.

[a laser dot appears on Shaw]

Owen Shaw: [laughing] Let me guess: Hobbs?

Hobbs: [in the distance targeting Shaw] Come on, you son of a bitch.

Dominic Toretto: Two-bit government hack.

Owen Shaw: [laughs, then leaves] See you around, Toretto.

Dominic Toretto: You can bet on it.

Letty Ortiz: You got some serious balls man.

Dominic Toretto: I've been told.

Letty Ortiz: You know you're lucky I missed my shot.

Dominic Toretto: I think you hit your mark.

Letty Ortiz: Really... what is it with you? What, have you got a death wish or something?

Dominic Toretto: If that's what it takes. I just wanna race.

Letty Ortiz: Might lose your car.

Dominic Toretto: Let's do it.

Letty Ortiz: Your funeral.

Dominic Toretto: Ride or die, remember?

Tej Parker: You've gone from Shaggy to Scooby. This is something we don't doooo.

Dominic Toretto: Not bad for a cop.

Hobbs: I never thought I'd trust a criminal. Till next time.

Dominic Toretto: Till next time.

Roman: Somebody do something! I've got a tank on my ass!

[Race girl approaches Toretto and Letty's cars]

Racer: Listen up! Out here, we're used to getting what we want. This is London, baby! But remember... don't bite the bait. Are you ready?

Racer: [pointing at Letty] Ready?

Letty Ortiz: [whispers] Ready.

Racer: [points at Toretto] Steady?

[Toretto revs engine]

Racer: Go!

Tej Parker: It's all between you and the car you build it's a bond, it's a commitment.

Hobbs: Sounds like a marriage.

Tej Parker: Yeah, but with cars when you trade up they don't take half your shit.

Roman: Why do I smell baby oil?

Hobbs: You keep runnin' that pie-hole, and you'll be smelling an ass-kickin'.

Roman: Father thank you for the gathering of friends, Father we give thanks for all the choices we've made because that's what makes us who we are, let us forever cherish the loved ones we've lost along the way; thank you for the little angel, the newest addition to our family, thank you for bringing Letty home, and most of all thank you for fast cars!

Dominic Toretto: [Hands over the microchip to Hobbs] So this is worth billions.

Hobbs: [Smiles] Name your price, Dom.

[Long pause]

Dominic Toretto: [Referring to his old address in Los Angeles] 1327.

Tej Parker: It's all between you and the car. It's a bond. It's a commitment.

Hobbs: Sounds like a marriage to me.

Tej Parker: Yeah! But the car when you trade the car they don't take away half of your shit.