Hobbs: I will beat you like a Cherokee drum.
Roman Pearce: Why are they shooting at me?
Tej Parker: I don't know. Maybe because you're in a orange Lamborghini.
Roman Pearce: Shut up, Tej.
Cipher: One thing I can guarantee... no one's ready for this.
Roman Pearce: Number 11 my ass.
Deckard: In another life you could've done some serious damage.
Hobbs: With all due respect captain, when this whole thing is over, we're gonna find a location and I'm gonna knock your teeth so far down your throat you're gonna stick a toothbrush right up your ass to brush them.
Roman Pearce: [Looks at a Lamborghini Murcielago] I'm in love.
Eric Reisner: Again, no, no! That's a million dollar show car. The point is to not draw attention.
Roman Pearce: That's reverse psychology. Dom will never see it coming.
Eric Reisner: It's neon orange. The International Space Station will see it coming.
Magdalene Shaw: Now why do I think you're about to suggest something really dodgy, Mr. Toretto?
Answer: It looks like he has been pardoned and forgiven because he saved the baby at the end.