Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kids: Me, me, me, me.

(engine revving)

How hard could it be?

And Owens is really trying to goad him.

-You don't have cancer, you fucking liar. -Nice try, dipshit.

I'm going to put Keith Owens in a fucking wheelchair.

I hope she gets better soon.

-I am not. -Now!

-Boy 1: Me, me, me, me. -Boy 2: Come on.

-(crowd cheering) -Whoa!

(high-pitched whine)

that could have gotten real awkward real quick.

That's why she's in the hospital.

where today's race is crucial in determining

Yeah, I know. But as I was, uh, leaving town last night,

Well, seatbelt tools,

getting the third degree about Katy's crash.

Uh, if he's lying, I'll know it.

but congratulations.

Ah, ah, ah. On the track.

behind the wheel of that car

a good talk with Katy.

Is your foot even on the gas?

since the day I was born.

(engines revving)

So what, so you drive a, a tow truck, huh?

about what happens when you, uh, when you lose it.

Davis: Okay, for this next turn,

until a tow call comes in.

Seems like there is...

I'm Charlie Cale.

Go on, say it out loud.

You should leave. It's not safe for you here.

Okay. I'm sorry for jacking your mailbox.

under those bright eyes of yours, huh, kid?

Could have been wrong.

My man can tooth a race car.

Alright? Really?