Days of Thunder
1990
Harry Hogge: 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'.
(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: You said it. (chuckles)
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: 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.
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.
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 Trickle: 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 you're out of control.
(talking to the chassis) Harry Hogge: I'm gonna give you an engine low to the ground... extra thick oil pan to cut the wind from underneath you. It'll give you thirty or forty more horsepower. I'm gonna give you a fuel line that'll hold an extra gallon of gas. I'm gonna shave half an inch off you and shape you like a bullet. I'll get you primed, painted and weighed, and you'll be ready to go out on that racetrack. Hear me? You're gonna be perfect.
Cole Trickle: Now are you gonna walk, or am I gonna have to carry you? Harry Hogge: To where? Cole Trickle: Victory Lane. Harry Hogge: Walk? Hell... I'll race your ass.
Harry Hogge: I'm settin' you up for cool weather... but if that sun breaks, after you're out on the track, you're liable to get real loose real quick. Now I don't wanna worry you or nothin, but, Cole's not ready for that... he's changed, see, he's changed. You cannot get out of control and expect him to bring you right back. He's liable to hurt you, you're liable to hurt him, and... I couldn't handle that, so, ah, you've gotta take care of him... see... you gotta take care of him.
Buck Brotherton: (noticing an undamaged spot on the car) Look, a side we don't have to fix. Harry Hogge: (kicks that spot) I don't want you spoiled, Buck.
Tim Daland: (Talking to the team after a poor showing at Rockingham but asks Cole and Harry to stay) I had sponsors in the stands, we were hugging and holding hands, praying for good showing and what do we do? We end up looking like a monkey fucking a football out there. Everybody out, please, except you two.
Big John: If you two wanna turn yourselves into a greasy spot out on a country road somewhere, go right ahead. I don't give a shit and I don't think anybody else does, but you two monkeys are not going to do it on my racetrack. You ever heard of a "Japanese Inspection?" Japanese Inpsection, you see, when the Japs take 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 tear 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 to dinner together. Cole Trickle: Well, I have other plans. Rowdy Burns: Yeah, so do I! Big John: Well, you're gonna have to change them and you two are driving to dinner together.
Harry Hogge: What kind of driver are you going to find after the season's started? Some old boy who's washed up, and wasn't worth a shit to begin with.
Harry Hogge: (after Cole gets spun out by Russ) Cole, are you all right? 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!
Rowdy Burns: (after arriving at the hospital after the accident at Daytona) Go screw yourself. Dr Claire Lewicki: What was that Mr Burns? Rowdy Burns: I wouldn't tell you to do that, doc.
Cole Trickle: (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 fine goddamnit! Dr Claire Lewicki: What's your name? Cole Trickle: Cole... Trickle Dr Claire Lewicki: Cole, would you help us by lying still please.
Harry Hogge: (after Cole was spun out on the last lap at North Wilkesboro; Harry was upset after the race) Russ Wheeler don't deserve to win Tim, and if NASCAR won't call it low-down, shit-ass racin', you better. Tim Daland: It's just racing Harry. Harry Hogge: oh, yeah Tim Daland: Cole Overreacted,yeah!
Harry Hogge: (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 respectible position. Now when they slow down for turn four, I want you to pass them on the outside. Cole Trickle: Harry, you told me nobodypasses 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.
Tim Daland: I had sponsors in from all over the coast and I'm hugging, and holding hands, and praying for a good showin'. And what do we do? We end up looking like a monkey fucking a football out there. Everybody out, please.
Harlem Hoogerhyde: Harry tells me your guy runs those Indy-type deals. Tim Daland: Yeah, sprints mainly. Two World of Outlaw championships, three all-star wins, seven straight feature wins, and he's been driving ASA. Harlem Hoogerhyde: (to Harry) Got yourself a real statistician there. He know anything about drivers? Harry Hogge: We'll see.
Big John: You're late. Cole Trickle: We had, uh, car trouble. Big John: What kind of car trouble? Cole Trickle: Uhhhhh... Rowdy Burns: I believe it was the radiator. Wasn't it, Cole? (grins) Cole Trickle: That's right, Rowdy. I believe it was. (returns grin)