Days of Thunder

Harry Hogge:
Cole, you're wandering all over the track!

Cole Trickle:
Yeah, well this son of a b*tch 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'.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 sh*t 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 sh*t to begin with.

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 f***ing a football out there. Everybody out, please.

Harry Hogge

He showed me what I had done.

Then you automatically have to sort of love the guy...

...whether you want to or not.

Harry Hogge:
Cole, you're wandering all over the track!

Cole Trickle:
Well, this son of a b*tch just slammed into me!

Harry Hogge:
No, no, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you, he didn't slam into you, he RUBBED you. And rubbin', son, is racin'. [Cole slams into the wall side-ways] Oh, there goes a fender. [Cole slams into another car] There goes a quarter-panel. [Cole slams into other cars and causes a multi-car crash; Harry just shakes his head in disbelief and face-palms]

Tim Daland:
[Walks to tractor] See you're enjoying the good life, Harry?

Harry Hogge:
Yeah. Well I don't mind spreadin' a little fertilizer round now and then. There's worse things.

Tim Daland:
How's the truck runnin'?

Harry Hogge:
Runs good.

Tim Daland:
[pause] I... uh... I want you to build me a car.

Harry Hogge:
[stops tractor] Now, Tim, everyone knows some downtown car dealer can't afford a race team. And no driver worth a damn is gonna sign with you. Cause they wreck one car, you can't afford to build them another, and their out of the deal, you know. And no car's gonna win without a driver, not even mine.

Tim Daland:
[points to Harry] If you built the car, I'd get a damn driver.

Harry Hogge:
[starts driving tractor] What kinda driver you gonna find after the season's started? Some ole' boy that's washed up, and wasn't worth a sh*t to begin with.

Tim Daland:
You can work with him. You can build a driver like you build a car, Harry.

Harry Hogge:
[points to dog] Tim, take a look at that hound. Now that's the best coon dog I ever seen or heard about, and I didn't teach him a damn thing.

Tim Daland:
Well I got somebody.

Harry Hogge:
Who?

Tim Daland:
Take a look at him.

Harry Hogge:
Anybody I gotta take a look at ain't somebody.

Tim Daland:
Then take a look at nobody.

Harry Hogge:
[stops tractor] Tim, I give up racin', you gotta know that.

Tim Daland:
Ah, you didn't give up racin', Harry. You quit to avoid investigation into Buddy's crash at Daytona.

Harry Hogge:
Hey, I didn't avoid any God-damn investigation.

Tim Daland:
[rolls eyes] Well, anyway, I... uh... I talked to NASCAR and if you come back in there won't be any investigation.

Harry Hogge:
How they hell you sell 'em on that deal?

Tim Daland:
I'm a helluva salesman.

Tim Daland:
What's wrong with him?

Harry Hogge:
I'll tell you what wrong with this deal is you, Tim. You're a victim of your own god-damn creation! Two race teams? That's one too many roosters in the henhouse.

Tim Daland:
It doesn't seem to bother Russ Wheeler.

Harry Hogge:
Oh, no, no, ever since that Daytona crash Cole's been called a troublemaker. Wheeler figures he can bump and bam Cole all he wants.

Tim Daland:
I don't see Russ doing anything like that. NASCAR doesn't see Russ doing anything like that.

Harry Hogge:
Oh I guess it ain't happening then under the watchful eyes of experts like you and NASCAR!

Harry Hogge:
But you don't, is that it?

Tim Daland:
As far is that goes, no, I don't, but I want to keep the sponsor and Cole, he's the one that made this happen and I haven't forgotten that, Harry.

Harry Hogge:
Right, right.

Harry Gant:
Daytona is a tough racetrack. And I'm sure, myself and everyone, are going to keep an eye on Cole to see if he's there, you know, all his reflexes and everything.

Neil Bonnett:
He's plenty capable of running that racecar good and I don't think he has any kind of effects from the accident that would be a factor in the way he performs.

Aldo Bennedetti :
I'm glad he's well enough to come back and I hope to beat him at the same time.

Rusty Wallace:
You know a lot of guys don't like him. And it's just a situation where the guy's got a lot of talant. He's wide open, he doesn't think about anything else, he just wants to win. I like that.

Russ Wheeler:
Since the crash, he's been a danger to himself and the other drivers. But if he comes near me, I'm going to put him in the wall. Simple as that. I don't expect I'll see too much of him. Except in my rearview mirror.

Cole Trickle:
I'm droppin the hammer.

Cole Trickle:
Let me drive I won't make a fool out of you.

Cole Trickle:
[After rubbin' Rowdy] Remember 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'.

Harry Hogge:
His way... [slaps a ruined tire] my way... [slaps a lightly worn tire] I was six seconds faster.

Harry Hogge:
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.

Rowdy Burns:
Ok, I'm going to pull this rookie's chain.

Rowdy Burns:
I'm gonna take this rookie, once and for all.

Rowdy Burns:
The boy don't have the balls to pass me on the outside.