Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby2006

Lucius Washington:
Now, Ricky, the doctor told us that we should let you work it out on your own sweet time, but...Ricky, you can walk.

Ricky Bobby:
What'd you just say?

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
He's tellin' you the truth, man. It's all in your head.

Ricky:
You sick...sons of b*tches! I mean, you walk in that door, on your two legs, all fat and cocky, and lookin' at me in my chair, and you tell me it's all in my head? I hope that both of you have sons! Handsome, beautiful, articulate sons, who are talented, and star athletes, and they have their legs taken away! I mean, I pray you know that pain and that hurt!

Lucius:
Don't you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby!!! Don't you put that on us! You are NOT paralyzed!

Ricky:
I am SO paralyzed!

Lucius:
NO, NO, NO!

Cal:
Don't be rough on him, now.

Lucius:
No, he needs to know!

Cal:
Okay.

Lucius:
He's always cryin'!

Cal:
Alright, tough love it is, tough love. [to Ricky] Wake up, idiot!

Ricky:
[pulls out a knife] You wanna know what I am?! You wanna see what my life is?!

Lucius:
Don't do it!

Ricky:
You wanna see what's goin' on here?!

Cal:
Don't you stick that knife in your leg...

[Ricky does so, pauses for a moment, and then screams]