Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jesus!
Rowdy, let him go by.
- But that's not what you're asking. - What am l asking?
Trickle at the bottom of the track with both right-side tires flat.
l was hugging and holding hands and praying for a good showing.
- That's total horseshit. - Gentlemen, please ...
You have enough trouble riding around the track as it is.
- What do you see? - The retina.
What do you want?
Yy
He goes straight to Victory Lane.
It's nicely extravagant, but l can't. I'm a doctor on call.
Stand with your feet together and close your eyes.
Can you walk, or am l going to have to carry you?
- The engine blew. - How?.
- I'm right behind the leader. - Five laps to go.
Let me drive. l won't make a fool out of you.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
l can't talk to that son of a bitch. l really can't.
59.
He didn't slam you or bump you. He rubbed you. Rubbing is racing.
Car's perfect Harry
I'll take apart your race car for inspection.
Where to?
On that last turn, did you know you could make the car stick like that?
That's it? Fine.
So l never took my foot off the gas.
l don't think that the accident will affect the way Cole performs.
Come in.
- You mean ..? - l mean real ornery.
A turn here, take some wedge out, we'll win some races.
- I'm not doing anything like that. - Then what are you doing?
He's been a danger to himself and to other drivers.
But l need a proper car that doesn't blow engines.
His way. My way.
- Hi, Claire, I'm Jennie. - Nice to meet you.
I'm going to give you an engine low to the ground.
This is what it's all about.
- He died at Daytona. - Last year.
l haven't worked it out. Excuse me for a second.
- We've got to talk. - All right, talk.
Gentlemen, start your engines.
Was the helmet scratched at the front or back?.
The doc says l need minor brain surgery.
It's just racing. Cole overreacted.
I'm going to let you in on a secret that most other people know.
- What's wrong with open wheels? - l lost my ride.
- Those tires are matched perfect. - You're going to get him killed.
Cole, you've met Dr Lewicki.
I've got a lot of land and a lot of plans l ain't paid for.
The white flag is out. One lap to go.
l know Cole. He always goes to the outside.
Now that's a race car driver.
The driver is Russ Wheeler, -
He just wants to win.
l loosened his bumper. I'll have to break it off.
- it's pretty obvious ... - Quiet! You must finish the race.
Stay to the inside. Ten laps to go.
- CAT scan, right away. - Yes, Doctor.
Cole's not running good and now he's got sponsor trouble.
We should probably get started on Cole.
Okay, Big John's turn.
Welcome to the Daytona 500, the Superbowl of motor racing.
Last turn, Russ. He'll try and slingshot past you.
l can't talk to this son of a bitch.
Team owner was a conman selling junk bonds.
Stick to something you can control.
Harry Hogge asked us personally as a favor.
Drivers just don't go to the outside like that.