Arman:
What's this I hear? I thought you were gonna step up?

Rob:
Some other night.

Arman:
What's the matter? I bring you some tight competition and now you're pissin' your panties?

Rob:
You thought Jason's car was fast. Why would I wanna waste my time with your white-trash Ferrari?

Arman:
Ouch. That Civic ain't shit and you know it. Shut up. My 'stang is pushin' over 400 horses. There's no way I'll lose blondie.

Rob:
I take you down tonight. I take you down tomorrow night. What's the difference?

Arman:
I am only here tonight. Why don't you wanna race?

Rob:
I got my reasons.

Arman:
Hey sweetie, can you give his balls back just for tonight?

Rob:
What'd you say? What'd you just say.

Arman:
I said your car is slow, and your girlfriend is a stuck up little bitch.

Paul:
HEY. His car's not slow.

Arman:
Take your slow ass piece of shit and your trampy ass girlfriend and get the fuck out of here.