Roman Pearce: Don't even think about takin' the convertible. It might loosen your mousse.
Brian O'Conner: No, that's cool. That's too much chrome for me anyways.
Roman Pearce: Why are they shooting at me?
Tej Parker: I don't know. Maybe because you're in a orange Lamborghini.
Roman Pearce: Shut up, Tej.
Roman Pearce: [Looks at a Lamborghini Murcielago] I'm in love.
Eric Reisner: Again, no, no! That's a million dollar show car. The point is to not draw attention.
Roman Pearce: That's reverse psychology. Dom will never see it coming.
Eric Reisner: It's neon orange. The International Space Station will see it coming.
Roman Pearce: Number 11 my ass.
Roman Pearce: You know, I think I make a better special agent than you ever did.
Brian O'Conner: I guess that depends on how you define 'special'.
Roman Pearce: $11 million? Sounds like a whole lot of vaginal activity to me.
Roman Pearce: You only live once, lets do this!
Roman Pearce: Sexy legs, baby girl. What time do they open?
Gisele: [pulls her gun.] They open the same time I pull this trigger. Would you like me to open them?
Roman Pearce: When are you gonna give Martin Luther King his car back?
Tej: Just as soon as you give Rick James his jacket back.
Roman Pearce: This just went from Mission: Impossible to Mission: In-freaking-sanity.
A.J.: Listen up. We got a major problem. Looks like we have to make an emergency landing. Make sure you're strapped in, and if you believe in God, it's time to call in a favor.
Bob Hanson: Where are the flies?
Kyle Williams: How am I supposed to know? You're asking me to explain the behavior of a muthafuckin' pestilence?
Robert Epps: Why do the Decepticons always get the good shit?
Robert Epps: That is one scary-ass looking Decepticon!
O2: Where's your bathroom? I gotta shit.
O2: Who's down there?
Coco: It's about six of them. Three little ni**as and three hood rats.
