Toretto: Me and my dad built her. 900 horses of Detroit. It’s a best. Know what she can ran in Palmdale?
Brain: No, what did she run?
Toretto: Nine seconds flat.
Toretto: My dad was driving. So much torque the chasis twisted coming off the line. Barely kept her on the track.
Brain: So what’s your best time?
Toretto: I’ve never driven her.
Brain: Why not?
Toretto: Scares the shit out of me. That’s my dad. He was coming up in the pro stock car circuit. Last race of the reason. A guy named Kenny Linder came up from inside in the final turn and dipped his bumper and put him into the wall at 120. I watched my dad turn to death. I remembered hearing him scream. The people that were there said 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 arms. 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.