Roadracers

Nixer:
I know you hate this town. I know you hate Teddy; I do, too. But I also know you love your music. So fight for what you love... not for what you hate.

Dude:
Was she begging for it?

Nixer:
Nearly had her going.

Donna:
Are you sure she didn't have you going?

Nixer:
Only below the belly button.

Donna:
What?

Nixer:
Don't worry, I let it drain into my boot.

Dude:
Get the big part?

Nixer:
Nearly had her going.

Nixer:
Only below the belly button.

Donna:
What?

Nixer:
Don't worry, I let it drain into my boot.

Nixer:
Little dab'll do ya.

Dude:
Hell on wheels.

Nixer:
Looky here, J.T. From here to eternity is the time before I was born, and from here to eternity is the time after I die. And this...is the only chance I get...to do it.

J.T.:
You ain't doing nothing. You're gonna spend the rest of your days in this little town, and you're gonna die here with one of my burgers in your hand.

Sarge:
Hey, now you pay attention to something here. These kids ain't the same anymore. And you know what's behind it all? Rock 'n' roll. That music is turning the kids into a bunch of sex hungry, beer drinking, road racing werewolves.

Sarge:
Y'know, I'm so close to kicking your ass right now, I can damn near taste it.

Dude:
It's got a bit of a wing to it, don't it?

Teddy Leather:
You burned my girlfriend's hair off, Dude. Now she's wearing a f***ing wig. She looks like an old lady!

Dude:
I thought she was your old lady. I'll tell you what, you bring her over here, take off that wig, and daddy'll give her a free spit shine.

Sarge:
J.T., don't be giving that punk any special treatment. This here's a business. Now you run it like a business, or you'll be out of business faster than you can spell 'health department'.

J.T.:
Feeding people's my business, Sarge. And keeping the punks in line is your business. So why don't we mind our own business, what'd'ya say?

Nixer:
You tell 'im, J.T.

J.T.:
You shut up.

Nixer:
All right.

Dude:
How did you fare with that little number the other night?

Nixer:
I got the muff punt.

Dude:
Should've at least tea bagged her.

Nixer:
Tea bagged her... What's that? (Arquette, David@Nixer