Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby2006

Reese Bobby:
[walks into the classroom] Excuse me, darlin'. I'm Reese Bobby. I'm here for career day.

10 year old Ricky Bobby:
Dad!

Reese Bobby:
Hey there, boy! Man, you got big. How long's it been? Three, four months?

10 year old Ricky Bobby:
Ten years.

Reese Bobby:
Ten years? Man! I gotta lay off the peyote. [puts a cigarette in his mouth]

Ricky's teacher:
Mr. Bobby, there's no smoking in here.

Reese Bobby:
Oh, it's all right, darlin'. I'm a volunteer fireman. Okay, I am a semi-professional racecar driver and an amateur tattoo artist. [Children makes "oohs" and "aahs"] And the first thing you gotta learn if you're gonna be a racecar driver, is you don't listen to losers like your know-it-all teacher.

Ricky's teacher:
Okay, I think that's enough...

Reese Bobby:
See, the teacher wants you to go slow, but she's wrong, 'cause it's the fastest who gets paid and it's the fastest who gets laid. [Children cheer; Reese nods] Aw, yeah.

[Cut to Reese being thrown out by a group of janitors; Ricky's class follows them]

Reese Bobby:
You people are in the wrong on this one! So in the wrong! This is egregious! You hear me? Egregious! [Points at a janitor] We were cellmates together, Andy! You got payback comin'! [To Ricky] Don't listen to these people, Ricky! You're a winner! If you ain't first, you're last!

[Reese jumps in his #13 Chevelle and speeds away; the children all cheer again.]

10 year old Ricky Bobby:
If you ain't first, you're last...