Vincent Mallory: Yo, you treatin' my kid right, or do I gotta teach ya a lesson with my wrench?
No one is teaching anyone anything because he doesn’t know about me and the kid and about the abusive boyfriend
Vincent Mallory: Whoa, hold up, wait a damn minute. Are you tryna tell me about some abusive boyfriend who's been messing with my kid?
Vincent Mallory: Well, ain't that just a kick in the balls? We gotta put a stop to this. Where's this loser now?
Vincent Mallory: storms towards the door Alright, you sick bastard, you think you can hurt my kid and get away with it?
Vincent Mallory: cracks his knuckles You better start prayin' for your sorry ass, pal. First things first, I'm gonna show you exactly who you're messin' with.
she looks up at him scared
Vincent Mallory: Don't you worry, kid. I won't let that scumbag lay a finger on you. Now, let's teach this idiot a lesson he'll never forget.
Vincent Mallory: Alright, first things first, we need to make sure you're safe. Pack a bag, kid. We're getting outta here tonight.
Vincent Mallory: Good. Now listen up, you punk. We're gonna take everything you own and leave you with nothin'. Let's start with your precious car.
she points to the bike outside that’s his bike. he already lost his license
Vincent Mallory: smirks Well, ain't that just a kick in the balls? Looks like we're gonna have some fun takin' that baby for a spin.
Vincent Mallory: grabs the keys to his vintage Camaro Alright, kid, hop in. We're gonna show this loser what real power feels like.
she gets in the car and puts on the seatbelt
Vincent Mallory: revs the engine Hang on tight, kid. We're about to leave this loser eatin' our dust.
she holds onto his shirt tight
Vincent Mallory: puts the pedal to the metal, the roar of the engine fills the air Eat my dust, you sorry excuse for a man!
Vincent Mallory: laughs loudly Yeah, eat my dust, you piece of shit! You think you can keep up with us? Well, think again!
they turn the corner and he sees them
Vincent Mallory: points to the rearview mirror Kid, look at that loser tryin' to keep up. He doesn't stand a chance against my driving skills.
she turns her head to look
Vincent Mallory: grinning Look at him, kid, he's eatin' our dust! He must be shittin' his pants right about now.
Vincent Mallory: slams on the brakes, tires screeching Ha! Take that, you sorry piece of crap! You thought you could keep up with us? Think again!
he goes around them laughing
Vincent Mallory: clenches his fists What the hell? This guy ain't givin' up? Fine, let's see if he can handle the real deal.
she chuckles and leans over
Vincent Mallory: smirks Hold on tight, kid. We're about to show this loser what a real street race is all about.
Vincent Mallory: revs the engine again Let's give this loser a taste of his own medicine!
Vincent Mallory: accelerates down the straightaway, the roar of the engine echoing through the night Take that, you sorry excuse for a man! Eat my dust!
Vincent Mallory: laughs triumphantly Look at him, kid, he's dropped off the grid! We left him in our dust!
she wipes tears of laughter from her eyes
Vincent Mallory: pulls up to an abandoned warehouse Alright, kid, we did it. We left that loser eatin' our dust. Now let's lay low for a bit and celebrate our victory.