2 Fast 2 Furious Page #4

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switchin'lanes#

# Chevy boys, we like it fast

so I drop it in low

heavy on the gas#

Once we get in here,

you're on your own.

Look at that one.

Hey, where did you

get them cars, the bottom

of a cereal box?

Eh! Real funny, Fonzie.

Ass.

Roberto, Enrique,

I need pictures of

the drivers,

their license plates,

their cars, and anything else

you can find.

Let's go.

Keep your mouth shut

and follow my lead, all right?

I got this.

No, I'm serious now.

Handle your business.

I'll handle mine.

Watch your hands, brah.

Go in line.

Let's go.

Carter.

Drivers are here.

Good.

Come on.

Stay.

Thank you for coming

on such short notice.

My red Ferrari was confiscated

yesterday, and it sits in

an impound lot in Little Haiti.

It's about

The car isn't important.

What is important is the package

I left in the glove box.

The first team back here

with the package will have

an opportunity to work for me.

- What, we gotta audition?

- Nobody's got a gun

to your head.

That's it.

Driver's licenses.

Pass 'em up.

Before Christmas, guys.

Go!

Go! Go, man.

Come on. Go!

Come on, cuz.

All right,

let's see what

this thing can do.

Agent Markham,

I've got 'em

heading south on l-95.

Yeah, I got it.

They're running.

What a surprise.

Come on. Stick with me, Rome.

What you got?

Why must I chase the cat?

Smart ass.

- Oh, yeah? You think

you're the bomb, Rome?

Let's see if

you still got it, Brian.

All right, Rome.

I got somethin'

for your ass.

Watch this, bro.

Sh*t.

Yeah, Rome.

How do you like

them apples?

Show off!

That's the Brian O'Conner

school of driving

right there, baby.

Crazy-ass white boy!

Oh, sh*t!

- Hey, man.

- Huh?

Get yourself on

outta the street.!

Boy, that's some

bad sh*t, man.

What do we got?

That's good.

Show me his partner.

Cars. Cars.

Where are the cars?

Stinkin' boats.

Where are the cars?

I need the cars.

Where are the cars at?

Look in the center.

Look in the center.

What?

Chi-ching! Now put

your blouse back on.

Hater.

Sh*t.!

- Don't let 'em get away.

- Not a problem.

Sit on it, Fonzie!

- What the hell?

Aw, sh*t! Cops.

- What the hell

they doin' here?

- Rome, no.!

Time to go.

- Son of a b*tch!

Juvie record for popping cars.

Two years in J.D.,

then another year for aiding

and abetting an armed robbery.

He's clean.

Dirty but clean.

Hm. All right.

Hey, man, you got

somethin'to eat

up in there? We hungry.

Sit 'em by the pool.

Mm-hmm.

Nice. Come on.

Hmm.

What you checking

her out for?

I'm not

checking her out.

Yes, you were.

No, I wasn't.

I seen you

checkin' her out, man.

Okay, I was. Now shut up.

You shut up.

Don't tell me to shut up.

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