Rush Hour 2 Movie Quotes Novels & Stories

Shaw reply bluntly " Oh you weren't?" The director asked sarcastically " I think so!" Shaw said as he enters the car " Think so? You are much worse now" the director said as he jam the car door "You should be glad am staring at a lady, since the death of Ariana mother, I haven't in a long time" shaw said as he looks out the window " That's not a good excuse, and besides I bet she wouldn't look at your side!" The director makes jest of him

I sighed heavily, leaning back into my seat, hoping that this delay wouldn't make matters worse. My driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, sensing my growing impatience. "Don't worry, sir," he reassured me. "I know a shortcut that might help us get out of this traffic." I glanced at my driver with a glimmer of hope in my eyes. "Please, take the shortcut," I urged him, willing to try anything to escape this maddening gridlock. He nodded and skillfully maneuvered the car off the main road, onto a narrow side street.

Queen squealed "I'm in a hurry, I need to catch up with something urgent immediately. So I apologize, I can't join in the celebration" I excused myself and entered the car "What could be more important than celebrating your success?" Queen asked A life.....but I didn't say that out loud. I started the engine and reversed the car "Your dad was watching!!" She screamed again but I drove off and hit the road I really didn't know where exactly I was going to, but I still kept on driving

Weighted with all the things we're not saying. I turn away, watching the landscape blur past at impossible speeds. The speedometer reads 180. My ribs throb with every breath. My head pounds. Everything hurts. But we're moving. Getting closer. Suddenly, at 1:52, heavy traffic appears ahead. "No," I breathe. "No, no, no—" Shawn doesn't slow down. He jerks the wheel right, cutting across two lanes into the incorrect lane. Horns blare. Someone screams something I can't hear over the engine.

The taxi driver, a middle-aged man with a balding head and a pair of aviator sunglasses, replied in a calm but slightly amused tone, “Madam, I am following the rules of the road. I can’t just drive faster because you said so.” Crystal huffed in frustration, then reached into her bag, pulled out a fat bundle of cash, and dumped it onto the passenger seat. “Now, will you drive faster?” The driver’s eyes widened at the sight of the money. His professionalism crumbled instantly. “Yes, ma’am. You have no idea how fast I can drive.”

“We are not having a rush hour, right?” He sighed and shook his head indulgently. “No. Let’s keep it like this,” he said.

"Lady luck won't favor us a second time if you don't appreciate it now." The rest of drive passed in silence. The traffic thinned out as the city center fell further behind them. Soon, the buzz of the city was replaced by the quiet ambience of the suburbs on the outskirts. Mr. Galavan leaned back still smiling faintly as if lost in some proud daydream.

"Alex? What's up?" "I need to borrow your motorcycle," I said without preamble, my tone sharper than usual. Michael let out a low chuckle. "Since when do you need a bike to get around?" "Since traffic decided to screw me over at the worst possible time," I snapped, impatience simmering in my voice. "Alright, alright. Where are you?" he asked. "Stuck on the Gardiner. Can't see the end of it." "Man, I thought rush hour was over," he mused. "I'll send one of my guys with the bike. Just hang tight."

Its charcoal interior welcomes me and feel like I could possess the world all over again with how sweet this car rides. It takes me forever to get through traffic. Some shithead cuts me off squeezing through so, I roll down my window “Hey fucker! Learn to drive you piece of shit” someone looks over at me and shouts “Hey fuck off bitch” “Fuck you dickhead, mind your own fucking business!” Soon more people start shouting at each other in the middle of the traffic jam, God, I love New York!

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."