Rush Hour 2 Movie Quotes Novels & Stories

“If that bastard thinks he can run, he’s got another thing coming.” Marcel 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.

Finally, they had no choice but to open the gate. As they raced toward the highway, stars and streets streaking past them, Shaun let out a whoop of joy. "Freedom!" Jozef grinned at her and floored the Bugatti when they reached the highway. "We need music," she announced, reaching for the stereo. Before she could choose a track, the mechanical voice of an incoming text came through the speaker. Where the fuck do you think you're going? The text belonged to Havel. Shaun slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter. Poor Havel. Since Shaun had come into Jozef's life, Havel's had become dramatically more difficult.

"Hey, amigo! Take us back, now!" The driver grumbled in a mix of Spanish and broken English, complaining about not liking "this kind of customer." But I couldn't let us become easy prey. I blurted out, "We'll pay you double the fare! Just turn around!" The driver's expression shifted as he realized the seriousness of the situation. He swiftly made a U-turn, but the black vintage car persisted, trailing us like a shadow. It was like a scene from a bad action movie, except this was my life on the line.

Chapter 169: Just A Little Too Late KEATTON’S P. O. V “Hurry up!!” my voice filled the car. Traffic was blocking our way making directly on the abandoned building at Rozo street. “Damn! Fuck!” I cursed out loud and took a heavy sigh. Raking my fingers through my hair and pulled strands from it. “Is there ain’t no shortcuts?” I asked the driver. His head swayed. “Fuck!” I cursed again. After five minutes, the congested road is slowly moving. Closing my eyes and prayed in silence, hoping that it is never too late for me to stop them.

Just then, a scenario sank into my mind. "Hurry, please. Hurry." I tell him. "Oh, kid, if you want to stay alive, we must drive slowly..." "Hurry, I said! I will die if I won't see him!" My voice raised. I was shocked also as he was. What did I just say? "I'm sorry. I'm just in a hurry." "No problem, I understand. Kids nowadays." He says, sighing, and speed the car. ~*~ Oh my god!

“How long again is the drive to Mama's house?” I scratched my ear. “About thirty minutes, if traffic is light.” “She said thirty minutes!” Silence fell as reality sank in. Our eyes widened with shock. “Oh, shit!” “Fvck!” I blurted. In perfect sync, we sprinted for the car like our lives depended on it. Of all times to be stuck in traffic, it had to be tonight. It seemed to move... only to freeze again. “Damn it!” I raked my fingers through my hair. “I hate city traffic.”

"Don't mention it. If you like, I could come pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to work." "Oh, there will be no need for that. I'll just take a taxi." "I insist, Zara. The traffic this morning was hell. But if I can make it before seven to pick you up, you won't have to go through the stress of sitting in a taxi in traffic. We could even make it to work before the rush hour. Trust me. I know the best shortcuts in this city." "Oh, you do?" Zara found his last sentence amusing. She watched him nod proudly. A second later, she burst into laughter. She had been in a sour mood since the episode with Scott earlier.

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

Jesus. “What’s the rush, luv? You in the Grand Prix, too?” he said, shaking his head. Jack’s voice was a deep drawl. “It’s all right though.” He paused and glanced down the length of the bus to find everyone looking at him, clay pigeons in a shooting gallery. “I’m here now, so all’s good.” “I didn’t—I went so—” she said, words failing her. “It’s free.” Her words came out too loud, too abrasive.

I hate my hometown, They are crazy, and they dragged my best friend in the midst of it all. “Mel?... Mel!”, Lilith yelled. “Hmm? Yea? sorry I zoned out a bit.” “Yes, I know! Mel, I spent the last two minutes try snapping you out of it, You are holding up the traffic, ” “Oh yea right,” the cars behind honked their horns for me to move.