Baby Driver

"This summer, the only way out is to getaway."

"Song is over, Baby. But I'm afraid you still have to face the music."

"He's been boosting cars since he was old enough to see over the dash. He stole my Mercedes. Had a lot of merch in it. I watched him do it, too. I didn't stop him, though, because I was just blinded by the balls on that kid."

"Don't feed me any more lines from Monsters, Inc.! It pisses me off!"

"It's gonna take more than a cassette to get you two out of this, because the news is all bad. Well, there is some good news. The good news is you like driving, because you can't take your foot off the gas for the next twenty-five years."

"You think you're the last word in crazy? You're not. And believe me when I tell you, you don't want to see my Buddy mad. You haven't seen how relentless he is. Because when he sees red, you will see nothing but black."

"[referencing "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani] This shit is bananas, Doc. B-A-N-A-N-A-S."

"Do me a favor. Next time Doc calls... Don't pick up."

"Look, here's the deal. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit."

"Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy: you were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like, "work hard, play hard," but you play a little too hard. You rack up debt. The type of debt that would make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert, maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things: money, sex, drugs, and action. Oh, shit, that's four. Am I close?"

"All you need is one killer track."

"Every road out takes him right back in."

"This year, volume up, pedal down."

"What y'all gonna do? Belt out showtunes on the way to the job? You don't need a score for a score. You just put your fucking foot on the gas and drive the goddamn car. That's all the music you need, folks."