Transporter 22005

Car Jacking Girl:
[knocks on Frank's car door] I'm sorry, can you help me? My tire.

Frank Martin:
Sorry, I have an appointment, I don't like to be late.

Car Jacking Girl:
Well, would you rather be late or *dead*?

[points a gun at Frank]

Frank Martin:
You don't want to do this.

Car Jacking Girl:
Step out of the car! [Frank steps out, the car jackers run over]

Car Jacker:
Whoo! Let's go, girls! Yeah!

Frank Martin:
Take it easy, the car's brand new.

Car Jacker:
[enters car] No problem, buddy, I got this. Baby, let's ride. Time to go!

Frank Martin:
Your parents know the company you keep?

Car Jacking Girl:
Shut up!

Car Jacker:
[unable to start the engine] This sh*t ain't working, man!

Frank Martin:
It's coded.

Car Jacker:
What's the code?

Frank Martin:
Can't tell you that.

Car Jacker:
Then we'll have to beat it out of you. Get out of the car!