Dr.
Claire Lewicki: Boy, you're very quick. Cole Trickle: You
oughta see me drive.
Dr. Claire Lewicki: Tell me what you love so much about
racing. Cole Trickle: Speed. To be able to control it. To
know that I can control something that's out of control.
Harry Hogge: The drivers can't stand to be reminded of what
can happen to 'em in a racecar. They, they don't go to hospitals,
they don't go to funerals. You get a driver to a funeral
before he's actually dead, you've made history, darlin'.
Dr. Claire Lewicki: Control is an illusion, you infantile
egomaniac. Nobody knows what's gonna happen next: not on
a freeway, not in an airplane, not inside our own bodies
and certainly not on a racetrack with 40 other infantile
egomaniacs.
Cole Trickle: Claire, I'm more afraid of bein' nothing than
I am of being hurt.
Tim Daland: He's destroyed both my cars. He destroyed both
my cars. He's fired! You're fired! You're all fired!
Cole: Yeah, well the sonofabitch just slammed into me! Harry
Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam into you, he didn't bump you,
he didn't nudge you...he RUBBED you. And rubbin, son, is
racin'.
[Cole is being searched by a female trooper who notices
he has an erection.] Female Trooper: Looks like we found
something. Male Trooper: What is it? Female Trooper: A concealed
weapon.
Dr. Claire Lewicki: You and Rowdy have the same illness,
it's called denial and it's probably going to kill you both.
Harry Hogge: Tim, take a look at that hound over there.
That's the best coon-dog I ever seen or heard about and
I didn't have to teach him a damn thing.
Tim Daland: If you're from California, you're not a Yankee.
You're not really anything.
Harry Hogge: What do you know about stock car racing? Cole
Trickle: Well... watched it on television, of course. Harry
Hogge: You've seen it on television?! Cole Trickle: ESPN.
The coverage is excellent, you'd be surprised at how much
you can pick up. Harry Hogge: I'm sure I would.
Tim Daland: You said you'd look at him. Harry Hogge: I've
looked at him. Tim Daland: I paid twenty five hundred dollars
to use this track today, Harry. Cole Trickle: Forget it,
he needs a brand name like Exon or Richard Petty. Harry
Hogge: Well, I know a damn race driver when I see one.
Rowdy Burns: You run good. Cole Trickle: Thank you. Rowdy
Burns: Now go get your own car and we'll see how you do
in a crowd.
[During a pit stop.] Harry Hogge: Alright. While we're still
under a caution, I want you to go back out on that track
and hit the pace car. Cole Trickle: Hit the pace car? Harry
Hogge: Hit the pace car! Cole Trickle: What for? Harry Hogge:
Because you've hit every other goddamned thing out there,
I want you to be perfect!
Tim Daland: And Harry, I know you're great, you know you're
great, but if the guy in the car doesn't trust you, we're
never gonna win a damn race.
