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: Cole, you're wandering all over the track! Cole Trickle
: Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me. Harry Hogge
: No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you... he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.
: 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.
: 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 Exkon or Richard Petty. Harry Hogge
: Well, I know a damn race driver when I see one.
: 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.
: We messed up big time on Sunday. I had sponsors in thew stands and I'm huggin' and holdin' hands and kissin'em in the ears and prayin' for a good showin'. And what do we do? We end up lookin' like a monkey fuckin' a football out there. Everybody out, PLEASE.
[Everyone gets up
] Tim Daland
: [to Cole and Harry
] ... Except you two. I've got a question. What is the one thing you absolutely need to do to win a race? Harry Hogge
: That's pretty damn obvious... Tim Daland
: You keep quiet.
] Tim Daland
: You need to finish the race! Cole Trickle
: Tim, I realize Harry's been around a long time. I'm not sayin' that his ways are antiquated but it'd help to have a car that handled properly and didn't blow engines. Harry Hogge
: Well if he wouldn't get excited and over-rev the son-of-a-bitch the engine wouldn't blow. Now, Cole, when you shift the gear and that little needle on the tach goes into the red and reads 9000 RPMs, that's BAD. Cole Trickle
: It's also my fault that the tires blow if you ask this old fart! Harry Hogge
: Well, Hell yes it's your fault. There's 40 other vultures out there who manage to finish the race on THEIR tires. You see Darrell Waltrip usin' up HIS tires? Cole Trickle
: There's nothin' I can't do with a race car. Harry Hogge
: Well, that's the difference between you and me. There's only so much I CAN do. Cole Trickle
: Well, that's obvious! Tim Daland
: Harry, he doesn't need to appreciate your job to do his. Harry Hogge
: He sure as hell does 'cause how can he expect to race if he don't know what a race car can and can't do? Cole Trickle
: What is this shit, huh? You want me to work the pit and YOU drive. Fine, we'll try that.
[Cole leaves the room
] Harry Hogge
: I can't talk to this son of a bitch... I can't talk to that son of a bitch... I just can't... I can't... I... I... Tim Daland
: You think he can drive? Harry Hogge
: Oh he can drive. He can drive beyond the limits of the tires, the engine, the car or anything else. If the sum' bitch listened to me we wouldn't hardly ever lose a race! Tim Daland
: If they don't give us a sponsor in the next couple of races, my ass is fried. I'm liable to be out of the car business all together. 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.
: [after driving a stock car for the first time ever, and only a couple of laps
] I'm droppin' the hammer! Harry Hogge
] No you're not!
[Cole does so anyway
: If you two wanna turn yourselves into a greasy spot on a country road somewhere, go right ahead. I don't give a shit and I don't think anybody else does, regardless what they say to your face. But you two monkeys are not going to do it on my racetrack. Now y'all heard of a "Japanese Inspection?" Japanese Inpsection, you see, when the Japs get in a load of lettuce they're not sure they wanna let in the country, why they'll just let it sit there on the dock 'til they get good and ready to look at. But then of course, it's all gone rotten... ain't nothing left to inspect. You see, lettuce is a perishable item... like you two monkeys. You trade paint one more time, you so much as touch, I'm gonna Black Flag the two of you, and take apart your racecars for three-hundred laps. Then, if you pass inspection and you put your cars back together, I might let you back into the race. Now, just to show there's no hard feelings we're all gonna go out to dinner together. Cole Trickle
: Well, I've got other plans. Rowdy Burns
: Yeah, so do I! Big John
: Well, you're gonna have to change them. And not only that you two are gonna drive to dinner together.
[During a pit stop
] Harry Hogge
: All right. 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.
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.
: Claire, I'm more afraid of bein' nothing than I am of being hurt.
: Whoa. Her ass is all over the place. Harry Hogge
: When the rear end's loose, the car's fast. Loose is fast, and on the edge of out of control.
: Now can you walk, or am I gonna have to carry you? Harry Hogge
: Where to? Cole Trickle
: Victory Lane. Harry Hogge
: Walk? Hell... I'll race your ass.
: [after Cole gets spun out by Russ
] Cole, you OK? Cole Trickle
: [Giving Harry a dianogsis of the car before coming onto pit road
] The good news is the accelerator's fixed. The bad news is the transmission's screwed. I'm coming in!
: [while in the emergency room after Cole's big wreck at Daytona
] All right, tell me what's going on, tell me what's going on. I'm BLIND, goddamnit! Dr. Claire Lewicki
: What's your name? Cole Trickle
: Cole... Trickle Dr. Claire Lewicki
: Cole, would you help us out and lie still please.
: [Cole is cursing on the radio after a bad pit stop
] Hold it while we're on the air. Cole Trickle
: I come into the pits, I was in first place, now I am in third with two laps to go! Harry Hogge
: Cole, you're in third place, that's a respectable position. Now when they slow down for turn four, I want you to pass them on the outside. Cole Trickle
: Harry, you told me nobody passes on the outside in turn four! Harry Hogge
: Well now, I'm telling you different. If you go to the outside, you can hold it. Tim Daland
: He's gonna end up in the wall Harry! Harry Hogge
: Cole, the pace car is ready to duck on off, I don't have much time to tell you this. Cole Trickle
: Well, tell me how? Harry Hogge
: Because we have a really good set of matched tires on it. Tim Daland
: What? Cole Trickle
: What? Harry Hogge
: Those tires are matched perfect and staggered special. Tim Daland
: You're gonna get him killed! Harry Hogge
: The pace car is getting ready to duck on off. If you go to the outside, you CAN hold it. Cole Trickle
: All right Harry, when it comes to the car, I'll take your word.
: You're late. Cole Trickle
: We, uh, had, car trouble. Big John
: What kind of car trouble? Cole Trickle
: Uhhhhh... Rowdy Burns
: I believe it was the radiator. Wasn't it, Cole?
] Cole Trickle
: Yes, Rowdy, I believe it was.
: What'd you win this one for?
[Points to a trophy
] Cole Trickle
: This one right here, what'd win this for? Rowdy Burns
: Doesn't it say? Cole Trickle
: Yeah, that's a Winston Cup, buddy. Hell, that's an easy one to forget. What's your name, or has that slipped your mind too? Rowdy Burns
: Screw you, man.
: [Rowdy stops the car
] Well, you got me here. Now what? Rowdy Burns
: Well here's how I see this deal. Since you agree I ain't gonna let you drive this car to dinner and I agree you ain't gonna let me drive this car to dinner, there's only one way to settle this. Cole Trickle
: What are you talkin' about?
[Rowdy looks at a car rental lot
] Cole Trickle
: Just a little rubbing Harry and rubbings racing.