Universal Pictures original film The Fast and the Furious was released June 22nd, 2001.
#F&F made $207.5M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 54%
metacritic: 59
imdb: 6.8
Brian O’Conner
LAPD Officer Brian O’Conner infiltrates an underground racing crew in Hollywood, California.
“Shit! I don’t know. How is it? I’ll have the tuna. No crust. Thank you. Well, thanks a lot, Mia. See you tomorrow. I like the tuna here. Yeah, well, I do. Hey, man, he was in my face. No, man. Hey, man, you know this is bullshit. Yeah, I just started. What did Dominic say? What did Dominic say? He wants me out of here? And what did you say to Dom? Hey. Relax. I need NOS. I need NOS. My car topped out at 140 miles per hour this morning. I need one of these. One of the big ones. Actually, no, let’s make it two. And, Harry, I need it by tonight.” — Brian O’Conner
“Hell, yeah. Brian Spilner. Why not? Hell, yeah. I’m just waiting for Toretto. Yeah, I’m standing next to it. Hey, wait, hold up. I don’t have any cash, but I do have the pink slip to my car. He knows I can box. So check it out, it’s like this. I lose, the winner takes my car, clean and clear. But if I win, I take the cash, and I take the respect. To some people, that’s more important. So, what do you say? Am I worthy? You’re gonna win. I’m gonna win. Shut up! Dude, I almost had you.” — Brian O’Conner
“Get in! Yeah, well, I thought if I got in your good graces you might let me keep my car. No. No, never. A couple of overnighters. No big deal. So what about you? What? It was. It’s his now. What the hell was that all about? So, what the hell was that all about? Well, we got a 20-mile hike. Humor me.” — Brian O’Conner
“Take care. Yeah, sure. Thanks, man. Hey, bro, you got a bathroom? So. what do you want? Yeah, he’s a complicated guy. I’m simpler. Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. What’s that? What’d I do? Damn! Muse, will you take these things off? I mean, shit, you put them on so tight. Wow. Nice crib, Sergeant. It’s a lot nicer than that last place you confiscated. You see, even the cops are Hollywood in Hollywood. Wait a minute. You tell him what happened? Hey, you know what? Why don’t you send the bill to Johnny Tran. I mean, come on, what is this? I walk in the door and the guy’s giving me… what does the truck driver say? Look, what do we know? We all know this world revolves around Toretto, right? Now, I’m not saying that he’s necessarily the one that’s popping these trucks, but I can guarantee the both of you that he knows who is. It’s just a matter of time until I win… yeah, like a guy that’s gonna do three to five for receiving stolen property if he doesn’t. He’s scared to death of him, but he doesn’t think he’s jacking trucks in his spare time, either. He’s too controlled for that. Hey, Tanner, I’m gonna need another car.” — Brian O’Conner
“This is your car. No faith. Hey, pop the hood. Pop the hood. Man, what did I tell you? Man, you should be going to MIT or something. ADD? Amen. Need a hand with anything else? Well, you see, the cook doesn’t clean where I come from. You know, I think we should go out sometime. Wow, that sucks. I guess I’ll have to kick his ass then. Yeah, it’s perfect. Don’t even think about it. What’s up, Hector? Pretty good. So, what’s up? What do you need? When do you need this stuff by? Right. Hey, you said you need three of all this stuff?” — Brian O’Conner
“Oh, shit. What I’m doing? Dom, I don’t… I owe you a 10-second car. And what this is about, this is about Race Wars. I just went in there, and Hector is gonna be running three Honda Civics with Spoon engines. And on top of that, he just came into Harry’s and he ordered three T66 turbos, with NOS, and a MoTeC system exhaust. Yeah. Because, Dom, you know, I can’t lose again.” — Brian O’Conner
“Because all we have is behavior. Just let met get some hard evidence, because what we have now is just circumstantial… no. Hector’s still working on the engines for the cars, but the tires don’t match. Will someone just give me a cigarette? Yeah, I did quit. Just give me a cigarette. Well, I told you, I think he’s too controlled for this. I mean, what? Going suicidal on semi-trucks? No way. I mean, maybe his buddy, Vince, but he’s too stupid to pull it off. What did you say? Yeah, I memorized that file. I need a few more days. I need a few more days.” — Brian O’Conner
“Yeah, we’re going out to dinner. That’s not gonna happen. Wow. No. What did she run? God. So, what’s your best time? Why not?” — Brian O’Conner
Dominic Toretto
“What’d you put in that sandwich? All right. I’m in your face. Relax! Don’t push it! You embarrass me! Jesse, give me the wallet. ‘Brian Earl Spilner.’ Sounds like a serial killer name. Is that what you are? Don’t come around here again. You work for Harry, right? You were just fired.”
“Marvin. Hey, Gimel. What’ve you been doing? Yoga? Oh, you did? Of course, you did. Monica. Letty, I was just talking. Okay. Hector. Edwin. One race, $2,000 buy in. Winner takes all. Hector, you’re gonna hold the cash. Okay, good luck, guys. Respect. That you car? Yeah, and a stand-alone fuel management system. Not a bad way to spend $10,000. Yeah. We don’t know yet. But you’re in. Let’s go. My sister holds the money. Count it. Me and my trophy. What are you smiling about? You almost had me? You never had me. You never had your car. Granny shifting, not double clutching like you should. You’re lucky that 100 shot of NOS didn’t blow the welds on the intake. Almost had me? Now me and the mad scientist gotta rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried. Ask any racer, any real racer. It don’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning’s winning.”
“You’re the last person in the world I expected to show up. You are in my good graces but you ain’t keeping your car. You drive like you’ve done this before. What are you, a wheelman? You boost cars? Ever done time? What about the two years in juvie for boosting cars? Tucson, right? Yeah, I had Jesse run a profile on you, Brian Earl Spilner. He’ll find anything on the web, anything about anybody. So why bullshit? Two years in Lompoc. I’ll die before I go back. Oh, great. It’s gonna be a long-ass night, that’s what. We got lost, Johnny. What do you want me to tell you? My new mechanic. Brian, meet Johnny Tran. The guy in the snakeskin pants, that’s his cousin, Lance. So when are you gonna give me a shot at that Honda 2000 of yours? No, it’s not. I haven’t taken delivery. Yeah, you’re gonna need more than that crotch rocket. Long story. I’ll tell you later. Let’s get out of here. NOS! It’s a long story. A business deal that went sour. Plus, I made the mistake of sleeping with his sister.”
“Yo, Spilner. You want a beer? Where were you? This your beer? Yo, Einstein. Take it upstairs. You can’t detail a car with the cover on. Can’t even get that right. Am I all right? ‘Cause the buster kept me out of handcuffs! He didn’t just run back to the fort! The buster brought me back. You can have any brew you want as long as it’s a Corona. That’s Vince’s, so enjoy it. Yeah, upstairs. First door on the right. Vince, there was a time when I didn’t know you. Yeah, so, what girls are here? You don’t have anything? Look at all our guests. Yo. You know you owe me a 10-second car, right?”
“Hold off on that. All right, what the hell is this? What do you got there? My car? I said a 10-second car, not a 10-minute car. Couldn’t even tow that across the finish line. I have faith in you, but this isn’t a junkyard, this is a garage. Pop the hood? I retract my previous statement. We’ll put it on my tab at Harry’s. I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass. There’s a showdown in the desert called Race Wars and that’s where you’ll do it. I’ll tell you what. When you’re not working at Harry’s, you’re working here. If you can’t find the right tool in this garage, Mr. Arizona, you don’t belong near a car.”
“Vince, get over here, give us a hand. Mia! The chicken’s dry already. Come here. Wait, hold up. Because you were the first out of everybody here to reach in to get the chicken, you say grace. Come on. Not bad. IF he’s not the best… all right, sit down.”
“Brian, this is one of those times when you need to be very clear about what you say. Nod if you understand me. Sit up. Tell me what the hell you’re doing down here. So, what are you saying? You’re gonna go around and check everybody’s shit out, one garage after another? You a cop? Let’s go for a little ride. All right, kid, you stand watch. What are they planning on racing with? Hopes and dreams? What, Jess? All right, we got company. Spilner!”
“So, you got big plans tonight? You break her heart, I’ll break your neck. I wanna show you something. Me and my dad built her. Nine hundred horses of Detroit muscle. It’s a beast. Know what she ran in Palmdale? Nine seconds flat. My dad was driving. So much torque, the chassis twisted coming off the line. Barely kept her on the track. I’ve never driven her. It scares the shit out of me. That’s my dad. He was coming up in the pro stock car circuit. Last race of the season. A guy named Kenny Linder came up from inside on the final turn. He clipped his bumper and put him into the wall at 120. I watched my dad burn to death. I remembered hearing him scream. But the people that were there said that he had died before the tanks blew. They said it was me who was screaming. I saw Linder about a week later. I had a wrench. And I hit him, and I didn’t intend to keep hitting him, but by the time I was done, I couldn’t lift my arm. He’s a janitor at a high school. Has to take the bus to work every day. And they banned me from the tracks for life. I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters, not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those 10 seconds or less I’m free.”
Mia Toretto
“Tuna on white, no crust, right? Every day for the last three weeks you’ve been coming in here and you’ve been asking me how the tuna is. Now, it was crappy yesterday, it was crappy the day before. And guess what? It hasn’t changed. No crust? What’s up, guys? Vince. Vince! Can I get you anything? Sure. Jesus Christ, Dom! Would you get out there, please? I’m sick of this shit! I’m not kidding, Dom! Get out there! That’s really funny. Oh, shit. Jesus Christ! Would you cut this shit already? Come on! Come on, let’s go get me a drink. Anything, long as it’s cold. You know, my brother likes you. He usually doesn’t like anybody. Yeah? What about you? You’re a shitty liar. There’s a problem. You need to get some sleep. And you definitely, definitely need a shower. Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“What about parts and service? Dom, I don’t know what to do with this. He owns you now. All right already. I’m coming out already. How are you guys doing? Amen, all right. What do you want? No, I’m good. You can go join the boys watching the movie. Yeah, I’d like to go there. No, I don’t date my brother’s friends. I’d love to see that one. No, I would. I would pay to see that one, actually. What was that? V. V, what was that Cuban restaurant you wanted to take me to? The one with the picadillo and the… yeah, the plantain, too. Food all over the place. What was it called? Yeah, that’s it. Right. Well, you can take me there. Friday night at 10:00. Is that good for you? Good.”
Vince
“Talk to me, Jesse. This ain’t working, brother. Shut up. What’s up with this fool? What is he? Sandwich crazy? I know what he’s slinging. What? You look good. Tomorrow? Yo! Try Fatburger from now on. You can get yourself a Double Cheese with fries for $2.95, ******. Bullshit, asshole. No one likes the tuna here. There were mass cops there. They came in from every direction. That shit was orchestrated. Yeah, that’s my beer. Yo, Dom! Why’d you bring the buster here? You… he’s got no call being up in here. You don’t know that fool for shit! That was in the third grade! Did you wipe the seat?”
“I’m out of here. Looks like you got all the help you need, brother. You know, I gotta eat. How you doing, Mia? Hey, Jesse, hand me that chicken, bro. Yeah. Wash my car when you get done. No, Mia. I’m talking to the punk. And wear your favorite dress, ’cause when you’re done I’m putting you on the street where you belong, cutie. Is this thing broken? What’s wrong with this thing? Little red candles, wooden table? Yeah. Cha Cha Cha. Yeah. Make your own goddamn popcorn!”
“He moans like a cop. Nod! He’s a cop. He’s a cop! Walk! Yo, Dominic. There’s no engines. I don’t know, but I know they’re sneaky as shit and they got enough money to buy anything.”
Jesse
“It’s your fuel map. It’s got a nasty hole. That’s why you’re unloading in third. I’d lengthen the injector pulse another millisec, and just tune the NOS timer, you’ll run nines. How you doing, Mia? Hey! He’s beautiful. Hey, you just can’t climb into the ring with Ali, ’cause you think you box. I see a cool air intake. It’s got a NOS fogger system and a T4 Turbo, Dominic. I see an AIC control there. It has direct port nitrous injection. Was that fun? Dom, get in the car! Go! Yeah.”
“You could push this across the finish line, or tow it. 2JZ engine. You know what? This will decimate all after you put about $15,000 in it or more if we have to overnight part from Japan. Yes! Tell me what you think about this. Koni adjustables. They’ll save us about two pounds. And they’re gonna give us better traction for the hole shot. All right? Okay, so this is your basic layout of the car, and that’s pretty much what it could look like when it’s finished. Red, green. Yeah, right. No, I got that… what’s it called? That attention disorder… yes, that shit. Yeah. You know, I was good in algebra, and like, math and shit. Everything else I failed. Dropped out of school. I don’t know. There’s just something about engines that calms me down, you know.”
“Dear heavenly… spirit. Thank you. Thank you for providing us with a direct port nitrous injection, four core intercoolers and ball-bearing turbos, and titanium valve springs. Thank you. There’s no popcorn? Dom, we got a wolf pack. It’s Johnny Tran, and he’s coming your way really fast!”
“Got a TR7 here with a ball-bearing upgrade. What it’s gonna do is, it’s gonna… it’s gonna spool up really quick.”
Leon
“I told you it was third. No, V. He ain’t here for the food, dog. He’s trying to get in Mia’s pants, dog. I like his haircut. I love this part. Get over there! Street’s closed, pizza boy. Find another way home. I got a 187 in Glendale. Cops are all over it, man. We’re good to roll. I repeat, good to roll. Let’s race. Oh, shit! We got cops, cops, cops! Go! Yo, Dom. Hey, man. We were just about to go looking for you, brother. Yeah, he’s right, Dom. You just name it. You want mine? You want two? Crazy bitch. Come on, man. We were just about to get along.”
“Come on, dog. Yo, Dom. Spirit. Amen. Look who it is. Old Coyotes ‘R’ Us. I thought you weren’t hungry, pumpkin. Here you go, dog.”
Letty
“Chill out, bro. He’s just slinging parts for Harry, man. How you living, girl? Hey, Dom. You want something to drink? Dom! I smell skanks. Why don’t you girls just pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face? Yeah, whatever. You all right? It was just a question. You need to shut the F… you look a bit tired. I think you should go upstairs and give me a massage. How about we go upstairs and you give me a massage? Ouch. Oh, shit.”
“Good. He was praying to the car gods, man. He’s always hungry. Let’s eat some grub, man. Want some of that chicken?”
Hector
“Player, hold up, hold up. Look at this snowman right here, man. Sweet ride. What you running under there, man? You gonna make me find out the hard way? You brave. You brave. They call me Hector. I got a last name, too, but I can’t pronounce it, so… yeah, typical white boy name. You know what I’m saying? See that over there? That’s mine. It’s my baby. But I ain’t cutting her loose tonight. It’s ’cause I’m going legit, homie. Trying to get on the NIRA circuit. You heard about that? Yeah, yeah. So, what’s up with you, man? Yeah. What’s up, man? All right. Right. Go! Hell, yeah! Here’s what you want, right here. There you go.”
“All right. Now, that’s valet parking. Harry. What’s up, dog? Damn. What do we got here? Hired some new help, huh? All right, like that? What’s up, Brian. How you doing, man? What’s up, man? I need you to hook me up. Three of everything. I made a list. Why don’t you look that over. Tomorrow, today, now. Come on, man, white boys work fast, don’t they? That’s right. Yeah, three of everything. What do you think about that? Check this out.”
Sergeant Tanner
“Show me your hands. Very good. Now open the door. Put your hands on your head. Behind your head. Face the front of the vehicle, walk backwards towards the rear. Take two steps to your right. Stop right there. You never know who’s watching, Brian. Ain’t it? You know, Eddie Fisher built this house for Elizabeth Taylor in the ’50s. Okay, here he is. Fresh from Toretto’s hot rod heaven. He knows what happened. Brian. All right, all right, all right. We’ll talk, okay? Let’s talk about it. Muse, why don’t you make us four iced cappuccinos, please. Come on. Decaf, I think. We’re in the political crosshairs now, Brian. That’s why you’re undercover. He gave us the same MO. Three Honda Civics, precision driving, the same green neon glow from under the chassis. Lab says the skid marks came back the same. Mashimoto ZX tires. So we know that it’s somebody in the street racing world. Is Harry cooperating? What kind of vibe is he getting from Toretto? Wait. Not that I want to contradict Harry’s fine judge of character, but Toretto did hard time for nearly beating a guy to death. He’s got nitrous oxide in his blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him.”
“Tell us about Hector, Brian. Don’t get him a cigarette. I thought you quit. No! Tell me about Toretto. Knock it off! What are you going native on me, Brian? Have you read Toretto’s file lately? Yeah, well read it again. No, better still, take a look at these. Remember I told you about the guy he nearly beat to death? Toretto did this with a three-quarter inch torque wrench. He’s a model of self-control.”
Agent Bilkins
“That was an $80,000 vehicle, officer. The kid’s giving me attitude? That doesn’t speak very well for police-FBI relations, Tanner. Four hijackings in two months and we don’t have anything. DVD players and digital cameras alone are worth $1.2 million, which bring the grand total to $6 million plus. You want that detective badge fast, kid. And you wanna know something? The FBI can help, if you come through for us. We don’t make this case soon the truckers will take matters into their own hands. I told them we’re close. You gonna make me a liar? You want time, buy the magazine. We don’t have time. Just get me something I can use.”
“My superiors are flying in from D.C. day after tomorrow. I want something to show. Now, we have a top echelon fence with a lube hose in his mouth, automatic weapons, a jacket full of priors on every one of these Asian punks, a garage full of DVD players and generally psychotic behavior. Now, tell me why we shouldn’t move on Jonny Tran right now and see where we are when the dust settles. What we have is probable cause. And truckers arming themselves for some good old-fashioned vigilante mayhem. Get him a cigarette. Get him a cigarette.”
Harry
“Hey, Dominic, I appreciate what you did in a big way. Dominic, I owe you. Brian, you’re messing with my business. When Dominic drives, he’s golden. Kids pour in here, they want everything he has, every performance part, and they pay cash! He wants you out of here. Yes! What do you think I said? I told him good help is hard to find. No. Amateurs don’t use nitrous oxide. I’ve seen the way you drive. You got a heavy foot. You’ll blow yourself to pieces.”
“Excellent, brother. Come on in, man. Check it, it’s yours.”
Triads
“Follow us. I thought we had an agreement. You stay away, I stay away. Everybody stays happy. Who’s ‘we?’ This your ride? Then it’s nobody’s car. Somebody put in the wrench time. What do you think, Lance? It’s an amazing machine. Yes, indeed. Let’s go. I’ll see you in the desert next month. Be ready to have your ass handed to you. I got something for you.”
“Come on. Move! Let me ask you a question, Ted. Do you see anything wrong here? We got no engines, do we? Do we? Do we? A couple of Nissan SR20 motors will pull a premium one week before Race Wars, huh? You’re a smart fence, Ted. Maybe too smart. What are you feeling, Lance? 40 weight? 50 weight? 40 weight sounds nice. Where are they, Ted? Where are they? Where are they? Ted, kiss my shoes? Let’s go get our engines.”
Los Angeles
“Just packed up a real money load, and it’s coming your way. Look for ‘Rodgers’ on the side of the truck. Don’t forget my share of the deal. You don’t wanna know.”
“Shit. Better get in line. This yours? That’s funny. You know, Edwin happens to know a few things. And one of the things Edwin knows is it’s not how you stand by your car, it’s how you race your car. You better learn that. Shit. Here they come. It’s on.”
“Hey, Dom, how you doing? Hey, I’m Monica. Nice to meet you. Okay. Yo, what’s up? How we doing this tonight? Why Hector? ‘Cause he’s too slow to make away with the money, man. You see that shit? He’s got enough NOS in there to blow himself up, period.”
“What the hell’s going on around here? Goddamn street racers. Edwin, this is yours, whether you win or lose. But if you win, you get her, too. Damn, that guy’s fast. Let’s go! Ménage à! No! Monica! Let’s go now, baby! Yeah! Hey, hey, Monica. What’s up, baby? What’s your problem, ******? You didn’t win. Fuck you, then! Got a problem there, huh, buddy? Nice job! I don’t know, man. Get out of here. Yeah!”
“You’re all in, right? Wow, man, she’s hot. Which one of you uses nitrous? Yo. Yeah.”
“No. No! No! No! Yeah, probably. Enough! They’re in a warehouse. They’re in a warehouse, man!”
Cops
“Code 3. Tension is high. They’ve blocked the street. We got a reported homicide 187 at Barbarian Liquors.
“Any available units, we have reported street racing along Hawthorne…”
“Toretto, stop right there! Toretto!”
“Shut up. He’s clean, Sarge. I like realism. Regular or decaf, Sarge?”
“Oh, Latinos with spear guns. Give me a break. I think the kid sister’s blurring your vision. I don’t blame you. I’d get off on her surveillance photos, too, buddy.”
