Harry Hogge: Cole, you're wandering all over the track!
Cole Trickle: Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me.
Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you... he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.
4 comments:
what does the other car look like?
Living on the edge.
You gotta get out of that city.
I think you sould paint the whole thing flat black and put machine guns sticking out the hood!
on the edge... that's where it all happens.
(his car looked like a ford Toraus piloted by the head of the Jabroni league)
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