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.
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.
Drift King: You know who I am, boy?
Shawn Boswell: Yeah. You're like the Justin Timberlake of Japan, right?
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: [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...
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]