Drive

Alex: Where's Kathryn? Mr. Bright: Kathryn? Alex: My wife. Mr. Bright: Oh, right, you're wife.. Um, couldn't tell you. Alex: No, you're going to tell me. Mr. Bright: No, actually, I'm not.

Mr. Bright: Mr. Tully, you're late. Not a very good way to start. Alex: Late for what? What is this? Mr. Bright: This was the orientation which you have now missed, you're feeling disoriented. It's only natural.

(On the phone) Mr. Bright: Listen closely. I'm about to make you an offer, one that could change your life, but you must follow instructions to the letter or risk losing this opportunity. You'll not have time to consider it; you will not have to think-- only to act, for action now is what is required. In the next 15 minutes, you must be in your car and on the road. You will drive to Key West, Florida. It is essential that you drive, you may not fly, you may not take a train, you must arrive in a vehicle. You're going to the Wayfarer Hotel, proceed directly to the Ponce de Leon Ballroom, only there will you find the answers you seek. The moment of decision is upon you.

Corinna: Corinna Wiles. And you are? Alex: Angry!

Violet: Okay, spill it. John: Violet, give me the phone. Now! Violet: No. Tell me what's going on. Are you like running from the law or something? John: Violet, I'm losing patience. Give me the damn phone! Violet: No! You know what? Tell me what is going on, tell me right now or I toss it. (Holding the phone near the window) John: Violet... Violet: I am not joking. Here it goes, I'm letting it go. John: It's a race! A race.

Narration: There are five hundred million cars worldwide. Over half in the US alone. And for as long as there have been cars, there has been the race. Secretly moving across America's roads and highways, it may be happening around you now. So the next time some jerk cuts you off on the way to work, give him some slack. They could be racing for their lives.

John: Change of plans. Can't stay here; too expensive. I should've planned this trip better, honey. I'm sorry. Violet: Dad, you were giving me a ride home from school and we ended up on the exact opposite coast from where we live. What part was ever planned?

Mr. Bright: If you're not on the road in the next 15 minutes, we'll know; if you contact anyone, we'll know; if you go to the police, we'll know - and you will never hear from us again.

Corinna: Look, there it is. We're gonna make it. It's like a beacon drawing us close. Alex: Lighthouses aren't supposed to draw you close. They're supposed to warn you away from rocks and danger.

Corinna: How do you cheat at a game that has no rules? Alex: I don't know! ...I missed orientation.