Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby2006

[Ricky is passed out on the porch; Reese arouses him by throwing a bucket of water on him]

Reese Bobby:
Where'd stock-car racing come from?

Ricky Bobby:
What? [He gets doused again] Hey, stop doing that!"

Reese Bobby:
How'd stock-car racing get it's start?

Ricky Bobby:
Uh, bootleggers in Prohibition, they had to have cars fast enough to outrun the fed, then they started racing each other!

Reese Bobby:
[after a moment] That's right. [throws another bucket on Ricky]

Ricky Bobby:
If I was right, why'd you throw another bucket on me?!

Reese Bobby:
Well I filled up three. Now, there's nothing like driving to avoid jail. Nothing hones your mind and your instincts like necessity. So I taped a kilo of cocaine underneath the car and called the boys in blue. Now, the way I figure it, you got about 2 minutes before they show up, and you do five to ten. So, what's it gonna be? Fear...or prison? [Ricky looks at Reese, confused; sirens can be heard in the background]

Ricky Bobby:
What the hell are you talkin' about?!

Reese Bobby:
Real simple, son: Cops are comin'! There's a kilo of Colombian bam-bam underneath the car! Time to be a man! You got hair on your peaches or what?