Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Son of a bitch!
You were acting like such a candy-ass when the air gun stuck.
- Harry, is this happening or what? - Do us all a favor, Harry.
- Speaking theoretically?. - Speaking theoretically.
Get out of the way.
You're too high.
- l don't need recharging. - It's standard procedure.
Just past the halfway mark and Wheeler still leads.
What did his helmet look like? Was it cracked?
l don't have a day off. I'm on call 24 hours.
Hey, Harry.
- l won't be beaten by a car. - Only by a driver.
You're doing good, Cole. You're gaining on the leader.
- Cole. - Cole, lie still, please.
- Thank you for taking care of me. - It's my job.
I'll shave half an inch off you and shape you like a bullet.
l heard you didn't have a sponsor.
I never minded spreading a little fertilizer around now and then.
- Cole, what's wrong? - Tell Rowdy I'll call him.
He's going high.
He's going low!
He's right. Check his lap times. Everybody else has fallen off.
The man on the move Is bottom of the fiffh
Go around those wrecks. You can drive through it.
You pegged the engine at Atlanta and blew it sky-high.
That's just it, it was. Not long ago, we played a trick on Cole.
OPWDD OIIA
l think they'd like another opinion. We'd like to talk to your boss.
What's going on, Cole?
- How can l be in bed with this guy?. - l know the answer to that one.
It's funny. When l grew up, all l wanted to do was work on race cars.
- Are you okay, Harry?. - Yeah. Why?.
Were you on the phone with the doc? Fighting?
- What's wrong? - We're figuring out what to do.
No.
When's your driver due?
- Don't do anything weird. - l won't.
No, with Cole's reputation Wheeler knows he can bump him all he wants.
You want to change the way l drive.
l mean have some dinner, I'll take you to a race.
He's going high. Goddamn it!
Jesus! What are they giving me here?
The accelerator is stuck.
- The back and the front. - Are you a brain doctor?
Now we're going to do it 50 laps my way.
So to get my sponsor back, my car has to run good at Daytona.
what do we do..end up looking like a fucking a football out there
- Come on in. - What for?. it's almost over.
They're heading into treacherous turn four.
lf you want to become a greasy spot on a country road, go ahead.
Wheeler knocked me into Ganz. Ganz spun out.
- The tires blow, is that my fault? - Yes, it's your fault.
I'm going to draught Wheeler, make him pull me around.
- Let's suppose you had a day off. - Sugar.
Their brains are intact ... as much as they ever were.
l was in first place. Now I'm in third with two laps to go.