Rush Hour 2 Movie Quotes Novels & Stories

Even a high calibef rifles couldn't scratched it a little. Someone got off the black car, he was frowned when he saw his car hit and got a damage. He was screaming and started cursing, Inside the car Jate frowned and even angela panicked, the guy who's screaming and cursing was non other than her cousin Harvey winston. "Who the heck are you come out! Do you know how to drive? You fucking idiot"! He kicked the wheel of the car, cursing to come out. Then Jate and Angela came out of the car.

Almighty Mike: My car screeched to a halt in the middle of the highway when I abruptly stepped on the brakes due to the bombshell Fuhad just dropped. Thankfully, there was no vehicle in tow or it would have been nasty. For my pretty little Audi. "What?" It came out as a whisper so I tried again, "what did you just say?" "She es–" "Don't you fucking repeat it," I growled in annoyance. "Sorry boss," A loud honk and yell from the taxi driver behind me, telling me to take my 'keke maruwa' off the road and allow people who 'know how to drive' interrupted my thought's process.

These babies are just about ready to come out! ‘Twenty minutes, if this piece of shit I’m driving holds out,’ I say. ‘I’m on Highway 12.’ ‘I’ll send warriors to meet you in something more reliable,’ he says. ‘Just keep driving.’ ‘You couldn’t stop me if you tried,’ I say.

Chapter 24 Shards Of Glass. Rowan Nightshade. “Can't this car move any faster?” I barked at my driver who was moving the car as if it were a snail. I had to get home immediately. Didn't he see I was in a hurry? “Do you want to lose your job? You can quit right here and now and get out of you can't press your legs harder against that accelerator!” “I'm trying my best, sir,” he said helplessly. “There's traffic up ahead. It seems like there is an accident. That is what is causing the hold-up, not me. I'm really sorry for the delay, sir.”

The car ran smoothly on the road. Since it was rush hour, there were many cars and pedestrians, bustling and bustling. At the same time, there was a traffic jam. "What's wrong with you? You'd better let me get out of the car right now. Otherwise, I'll call the police and sue you for sexual harassment." Yang Shuting pointed at him, gnashed her teeth and threatened him in a low voice.

Eddie slammed the steering wheel, cursing in embarrassment. Hazel shot him an eye-roll. "A man shouldn't say 'I can't do it.' Pull over, switch positions!" The two quickly swapped places. Hazel lowered her sunglasses and slammed the gas pedal. The car shot forward like an arrow, cutting through the wind at breakneck speed.

Something's happening! Quinton's eyes snapped to the scene ahead. A sleek black G-Wagon had burst out of the driveway, barreling forward and scattering people like bowling pins. Several of Harvey's guys were sent flying like ragdolls. Even Harvey himself barely dodged in time, shouting in fury, "What the hell? Who the hell is messing up my plan?!" Quinton's face twisted in rage as he stomped harder on the gas. "Let's go! I want to see who just ruined my moment!"

My pulse pounded so loud it drowned out everything else. Behind me, sirens multiplied. They were good. I’d give them that. Two cruisers, then three, hugging my tail like bloodhounds. I weaved through traffic, cutting corners too sharp, missing bumpers by inches. Horns screamed. Someone yelled. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t afford to. My mind raced faster than the car. Rissa escaped. Mrs Quinn moved faster than expected. Someone talked. Mistakes. Sloppy ones. And I hated sloppy.

“Don’t get into too much trouble today, okay? Have fun.” “Always,” I promised. Then the door slammed shut, and the cabbie looked at me in the rearview mirror. “Where to?” he asked, waiting impatiently for my answer. He was already easing his way back into traffic, horns blaring. “All right. All right. Just let me get back into the lane.” While he was trying to win his place on the road during rush hour, my mind swam with possibilities. I still owed him an answer to his question. Where were we going?

Unfortunately, with the rush hour traffic, my ride arrived late, and I still ended up being tardy for the shoot. As soon as the car pulled up, I unbuckled my seatbelt and dashed toward the building entrance. "Miss Jones, over here!" called an assistant who was waiting by the doors. Slightly out of breath, I jogged over to her. "I'm so sorry—our car was rear-ended on the way!" "Don't worry about it! Traffic is always a nightmare during rush hour," the assistant reassured me with a smile. "Are you alright?" I shook my head. "I'm fine."