...that girl, yes, THAT girl (oh my god).
"How about me?" "Winner... gets... me."
When that high school skank said that, I almost puked down my own shirt. Absolutely everything she did in this movie was so incredibly unsexy my balls almost detached. Why Sean likes her, and continues to like her even after both guys crash both their cars for her and she ignores Sean, is beyond me.
Let's review a few of her boner-killing lines:
"Make it interesting, Clay." - (as the race is starting)
"I thought you loved me." - (during the race, as Sean is catching up to Clay)
"Guess I got a new date for prom." - (during the race, devastating Clay and prompting him to cry tears of pain and repeatedly ram his 2003 Dodge Viper SRT-10 into Sean's old Monte Carlo in a jealous rage)
Too bad her horrific delivery of these lines doesn't translate to the page.
No woman who wh*res herself out to whoever wins a race is worth wrecking a Viper over. There are many who would debate whether any woman is worth wrecking a Viper over. I'm glad that b*tch took an airbag to the face, she is responsible for wrecking two machines that look way better than she does and are probably a better lay than her, because at least they were built for performance. Honestly, if I met a chick this repulsive in RL I would do everything I could to make sure she dated my worst enemy. Sean didn't realize this golden opportunity he had, and instead totaled an SRT-10 and a 1970 Monte Carlo racing for that POS. That's major karmic stuff right there, I'd be ready for some Final Destination sh*t to start happening after you make yourself responsible for that travesty.
How hot she is or isn't doesn't even factor in here, I don't care if you're Diane Kruger, I'd kick you out of my car and let you take the bus.