Rush Hour 2 Movie Quotes の小説・ストーリー

By almost ten o'clock, the traffic on the road had thinned out. The morning rush hour was over, with only a few pedestrians and vehicles passing by. The drive was smooth. Emily turned her head to look out the window, feeling a sense of detachment, as if in another world. “What are you thinking about?” Satan asked, holding the steering wheel with one hand and lightly brushing his fingers against her nose with the other. Emily frowned and swatted his hand away. “I was just thinking how efficient Dylan is. You should give him a raise.”

Kim looked pale and walked right behind Rohit. "Ain't you forgetting something?" He asked Rohit seeing the way he laid on the bed. "What exactly would I be forgetting?" Rohit questioned him. "Airport?" Kim yelled at him. "Fuck, it's not yet time though." Rohit grabbed his jacket and wore it, checking his watch he doubted if he should get going. "You know how it is right, traffic especially the route to the airport. It's like people never stop traveling." Kim jerked on the bed laying upwards towards the roof.

I yelled at her and she drove faster this time. As we speed up, the bastards also speed up. “Shit!” We shouted at the same time when they already shot us in the back of the car.

She looked scared sitting behind him. "ZOHAN IDIOT PLEASE SLOW DOWN" "I CAN'T SURI, THANKS TO YOU NOW WE HAVE ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO REACH" Both of them had to shout to talk because of his insane driving speed. "ZOHAN, PLEASE SLOW DOWN" "ONLY IF YOU SAY I LOVE YOU TO ME, " He said. "WHATT?" Suraiyya gasped. "YOU HEARD IT" He said accelerating. The speed now increased more than before.

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

“Go! Don’t stop!” “I can’t, lady! If I try to overtake here, we’ll crash and we might kill someone!” I slammed my palm against the dashboard. “Please, just hold on, Amber,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you. I won’t…” The cab finally rolled forward, trying to maneuver through the congested street. The driver muttered, “We’ll be back on the main road soon. Once we’re out, maybe we can spot him again.”

"He explicitly said no interruptions." "I do not care if he is meeting the high king." I grab the front passenger headrest and pull myself closer to the partition screen. "Tell the driver to move. Now." The hovercraft swerves hard to the left. The tyres scream against the wet tarmac as we round the corner into the commercial district. Rain starts to hit the glass, fat, heavy drops that smear into long gray lines. "He will be furious with you," Hazel whispers.

“If that bastard thinks he can run, he’s got another thing coming.” James shook his head slightly, muttering under his breath, “God help us.” The car roared to life and sped out of the parking lot, cutting through the haze like a bullet.

His confused expression: priceless! “So you see,” I finished, in the best Dhar Mann-style I knew: “I can’t have been doing 70 miles per hour! If I did, my engine would be a melted pile of scrape. Does my engine look like it’s about to combust?” I almost laughed when he actually looked at the hood.

Determined little roaches. “Hold tight,” I muttered as I slammed the pedal down harder. I weaved through traffic like I was born in an engine block—left, right, between two buses—every sharp turn carving away the tension in my chest. God, it had been a while since I felt this alive. I reached up, yanked off the moustache, then peeled the cap from my hair with one hand while steering with the other. “ISLA, WHAT THE FUCK?” Raymond shrieked, gripping the dashboard like it owed him rent. “Do you want to kill us?!”