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Days of Thunder (1990)

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.

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