Rush Hour 2 Movie Quotes Novels & Stories

and Marcus had taken the FDR. They had been sitting in FDR traffic for eleven minutes. "I'm just going to say it," Scarlett said, looking out the window, at the cars ahead of them. "What…” "I told you." "You did not—" "I said, and I quote, the FDR is going to be a disaster at two in the afternoon." She turned to look at him. "Those were my exact words. I remember them clearly because I said them six minutes before we got into this traffic, which means I had the situation assessed before you'd even finished being wrong about it."

and overseas calling it ''a fresh, new, luxury company that has ever created. And I happened to be working there... ---- Los Angeles is not the easiest place to be for someone who is running late. "Can you please go any faster?" I asked the cab driver who was already in an irate state from my backseat driving through heavy traffic all the way uptown. "Maybe. If I had a hovercraft. Can't you see it's not moving, Jesus you women these days I'll tell you..," he shot back at me, bad-tempered.

I instinctively checked my phone and as I expected, Scarlett had still not returned my calls. Those idiots supposed to be protecting her are definitely fired They wouldn't pick their damn phones and I was seriously losing my shit with each passing second. "Could you drive any slower. Drive the damn car faster or I would collect the wheels and do it for you and consider yourself fired!" "I'm sorry Sir, I was just trying to be careful because they seem to be a little traffic," Traffic?? Traffic by 4pm on the downtown part of the city? As I questioned myself, I looked out the window and honest to God, there was a large crowd that seemed to be like a mini revolution. This was New York City. What

Rush hour in Silvermont City was a nightmare. Vehicles crawled along the elevated highway like exhausted metal insects, their horns barking occasionally in frustration. Neon billboards cast garish reflections across windshields while pedestrians flooded the sidewalks below, a river of humanity surging toward destinations unknown. Inside a rideshare stuck in the middle lane, Nina checked the time for the fifth time in two minutes. Each glance at her phone screen felt like a small defeat. Her heart sank. Late. Again. The audition slot she'd fought so hard to secure was slipping away with every motionless second. She pressed her forehead briefly against the cool window, trying to calm the panic

Joshua’s POV My motorcycle sped through the rush hour traffic, careful to avoid busy pedestrians who were not in their senses, cab drivers who thought the roads belonged to them, and other drivers who just wanted to get home. “F*ck! You would think that driving a motorcycle would help get through rush hour, but this is insane!” I said out loud as my voice echoed in my helmet.

She walks towards the car once out the building, as James opens up the back door and helps her in. "What's the traffic report say, James?" she asks as they pull into traffic. SHe finds it funny that she actually has a driver called James and says his name whenever she can. "We'll have to take Second and Third to avoid the traffic jam from a fender bender. Not too serious but the police were called, which is delaying things" he reports back. "It would be so handy if someone invented those hover boards already, like in the movies" Amber says wishfully.

The air thick with carbon dioxide emanating from mufflers, car horns honking inharmoniously, people jaywalking, bikers squeezing through tight spaces, justifying the name for this time of the evening: rush hour. I wisely buckled up, because if Michael was in a hurry, he was about to navigate his way out of this chaos by hook or by crook. "You could’ve told me you were busy, you know,” I said, bracing back in the seat. “I could've called Julia."