Rush Hour 2 Movie Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Putting the address in the navigation, I put it back up on the mount. “Where is this?” Putting my elbow up on the window sill, I looked out the window. “Somewhere quiet.” Kirk didn’t say anything else as he pulled out of the parking lot. He drove less crazy than Zayle did but we still ended up beating the time in the navigation by a good amount of time. It also seemed like the traffic not as bad since we were past the morning rush hour. We did hit a little and it made me wonder what it was like during rush hour but I wasn’t curious enough to make a trip down during that time.

Tony “You’re supposed to stop the Q-Tip when you feel resistance, jackass,” I say into the phone. “When I say Tuesday, I mean fucking Tuesday, not next Thursday.” “Sorry, Mr. Bellini,” the importer on the other end of the line mutters. “I guess I heard you wrong. But I can’t—” “Can’t,” I repeat. “Last guy who used the word ‘can’t’ with me didn’t live long enough to regret it. So, my cars? On Tuesday?”

"Just whom do you think I am? I am Caesar. I don't hop on taxis. They're dirty, and made for the public. I'd rather buy a new car than ride in one." His pride was just so unbelievable. He wouldn't even board a taxi because it's an insult to his ego. Just what manner of a man did I get married to? Just then, a red Toyota Corolla pulled up before us and the window rolled down. It was mom. "Sorry I kept you all waiting," she said, poking her head out the window. "Traffic today in Queens is crazy. Hop in, Laura." I turned to Reiner, "Finally, she's here. Let's get in."

' This taxi is estimated to be the rush hour, so you may be late. After thinking about it, she was afraid that Javen might misunderstand something, and answered honestly, 'I don't want to take advantage of you, nor do I want to have any other ideas with you. It's just that the traffic is so heavy at the moment that I might be late if I take a taxi.' The originally expressionless person suddenly made a move, and his eyes as dark as the abyss looked at her: 'Then why else did I come here?' Cassie immediately understood, opened the door directly and got into the back seat.

“Get a move on, hurry up! Are you f*cking lame?” Jane’s heart gave a jolt, and then she raised her head, looking at the driver solemnly as she corrected him, “I’m just a bit slow, not lame.” The cabbie blinked. “You’re crazy!” He chased her away as soon as he insulted her, saying, “Get the f*ck away! I’m seriously unlucky to bump into you today. No wonder everything went wrong for me today, like how I lost so much money on such a safe draw.”

"What?" We are driving back to the hotel where we stayed over the weekend. We had yet to be far from the restaurant when traffic caught up at an intersection where many people were crossing and walking on the road. As this is surrounded by business process outsourcing (BPO) skyscrapers, it's nearly like New York at night. I pulled over the car when it went through a red light. "How many girls have you spoken to?" "Huh? I do not talk to any girls." "Nothing? You? Your smile is as beautiful as if you'd won the lottery." Russell said. "Tell me before I get too hot."

No convenient transportation back to the city. Just me and the need to get there as fast as humanly possible. I flagged down a taxi from the main road—expensive, but I didn't have time to worry about that—and gave the driver an address in the city. "Can you get me there in under ninety minutes?" I asked. He looked at me in the rearview mirror. "Rush hour traffic starts at 4:30." "I'll pay extra. Please. It's an emergency." He shrugged. "I'll do my best."

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

My heart beats faster against my rib cage. "Hey, you wait!" I hear the fat guy shout at me. *Get going Hazel!, get going.* "What are you waiting for!?," I can hear Ruthfur's outraged yells. "Get that slut!". *Hurry up, Hazel!* I constantly remind myself not to look back and hurry up until I reach the payment counter.

What if her tears were exactly what those embers needed to reignite? "Stop it, Claire," I hissed at the rearview mirror. "Focus." I eased my foot onto the accelerator, steering the Civic out of the school parking lot. *** The drive toward SoHo was a descent into a slow-moving purgatory. Manhattan’s rush hour was a gridlock of frustration. A sea of yellow cabs and black SUVs snaked ahead, trapped in the unforgiving concrete heat. The exhaust fumes blurred the air, making the world look like a fever dream.