Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby2006

[Ricky is walking with Girard]

Ricky:
Holding hands with a man makes me terribly uncomfortable.

Jean:
It is a sign of friendship in many countries.

Ricky:
Yeah, well, not in ours.

Jean:
There is nothing sexual about it. Please don't be worried by the fact that I have an erection right now, it has nothing to do with you.

Ricky:
[pulls hand away, disgusted] Hey, come on! Look, here's the deal: I came here to tell you one thing, alright? Tomorrow, I'm comin' for you.

Jean:
Do you know why I came to America, "Reecky Booby"?

Ricky:
Public schools, health care systems, giant water parks, I mean, the same reason anyone comes to America.

Jean:
I came here for you to beat me.

Ricky:
What the hell are you talkin' about?

Jean:
My husband Gregory and I wish for only that which every other couple wishes for: to retire to Stockholm and design a currency for dogs and cats to use. But before I can do that...

Ricky:
That's dumb.

Jean:
It's not dumb!

Ricky:
That's just dumb.

Jean:
Why is it dumb?

Ricky:
I don't know.

Jean:
But before I can do that, I must be defeated by a driver who's truly better than me.

Ricky:
So you're gonna lose to me on purpose?

Jean:
No.

Ricky:
No?

Jean:
NO! I will battle you with the entirety of my heart, and you will probably lose, but maybe, juuuust maybe, you might challenge me. God needs the Devil. The Beatles needed The Rolling Stones. Even Diane Sawyer needed Katie Couric. Will you be my...Katie Couric?

Ricky:
Wow. [chuckles] I feel like I'm in Highlander.