Two-Lane Blacktop (1971)
Hot rod driver: Let's make it fifty.
The Driver: Make it three yards motherfucker and we'll have an auto-MO-bile race.
G.T.O.: Performance and image, that's what it's all about.
The Mechanic: You'd have yourself a real street-sweeper here if you put a little work into it.
G.T.O.: I go fast enough.
The Driver: You can never go fast enough.
G.T.O.: [after being approached sexually by a male hitchhiker] I'm not into that!
Oklahoma hitchhiker: I just thought it might relax you while you drive.
G.T.O.: This is competition, man. I've got no time.
The Girl: You guys aren't like the Zodiac killers or anything, right?
The Mechanic: Nope. Just passin' through.
G.T.O.: I don't like being crowded by a couple of punk road hogs clear across two states, I don't.
The Driver: I don't believe I've ever seen you. Course there's lots of cars on the road like yours. They all get to look the same. They perform about the same.
G.T.O.: If I'm not grounded pretty soon, I'm gonna go into orbit.
The Driver: I don't believe I've seen you. 'Course there's lots o' cars on the road like yours, they all get to lookin' the same. They perform about the same, too...
G.T.O.: Everything fell apart on me. My job, my family, everything. I had this job as a television producer and I walked into the office and I...
The Driver: I don't wanna hear about it.
G.T.O.: What do you mean, you don't wanna hear about it?
The Driver: It's not my problem.