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Cole Trickle: Yeah, well the sonofabitch just slammed into me!
Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam into you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you...he RUBBED you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.
[Cole is being searched by a female trooper who notices he has an erection.]
Female Trooper: Looks like we found something.
Male Trooper: What is it?
Female Trooper: A concealed weapon.

Dr. Claire Lewicki: You and Rowdy have the same illness, it's called denial and it's probably going to kill you both.

Harry Hogge: Tim, take a look at that hound over there. That's the best coon-dog I ever seen or heard about and I didn't have to teach him a damn thing.

Tim Daland: If you're from California, you're not a Yankee. You're not really anything.

Harry Hogge: What do you know about stock car racing?
Cole Trickle: Well... watched it on television, of course.
Harry Hogge: You've seen it on television?!
Cole Trickle: ESPN. The coverage is excellent, you'd be surprised at how much you can pick up.
Harry Hogge: I'm sure I would.

Tim Daland: You said you'd look at him.
Harry Hogge: I've looked at him.
Tim Daland: I paid twenty five hundred dollars to use this track today, Harry.
Cole Trickle: Forget it, he needs a brand name like Exon or Richard Petty.
Harry Hogge: Well, I know a damn race driver when I see one.

Rowdy Burns: You run good.
Cole Trickle: Thank you.
Rowdy Burns: Now go get your own car and we'll see how you do in a crowd.

[During a pit stop.]
Harry Hogge: Alright. While we're still under a caution, I want you to go back out on that track and hit the pace car.
Cole Trickle: Hit the pace car?
Harry Hogge: Hit the pace car!
Cole Trickle: What for?
Harry Hogge: Because you've hit every other goddamned thing out there, I want you to be perfect!

Tim Daland: And Harry, I know you're great, you know you're great, but if the guy in the car doesn't trust you, we're never gonna win a damn race.

Dr. Claire Lewicki: Boy, you're very quick.
Cole Trickle: You oughta see me drive.

Dr. Claire Lewicki: Tell me what you love so much about racing.
Cole Trickle: Speed. To be able to control it. To know that I can control something that's out of control.

Harry Hogge: The drivers can't stand to be reminded of what can happen to 'em in a racecar. Theyy don't go to hospitalsy don't go to funerals. You get a driver to a funeral before he's actually dead, you've made history, darlin'.

Dr. Claire Lewicki: Control is an illusion, you infantile egomaniac. Nobody knows what's gonna happen next: not on a freeway, not in an airplane, not inside our own bodies and certainly not on a racetrack with 40 other infantile egomaniacs.

Cole Trickle: Claire, I'm more afraid of bein' nothing than I am of being hurt.

Tim Daland: He's destroyed both my cars. He destroyed both my cars. He's fired! You're fired! You're all fired!

Cole Trickle: "Whoa! Her ass is all over the place!"
Harry Hogge: "Loose is fast, and on the edge of out-of-control"

[talking to the chassis]
Harry Hogge: I'm gonna give you an engine low to the ground and an extra thick oil pan to cut the wind from underneath you, see. I'm gonna give you a fuel line that'll hold an extra gallon of gas. I'm gonna make you light and shape you like a bullet. You're gonna be perfect.

Cole Trickle: Now are you gonna walk, or am I gonna have to carry you?
Harry Hogge: To where?
Cole Trickle: Victory Lane.
Harry Hogge: Walk? Hell... I'll race your ass!

Harry Hogge: I'm settin' you up for cool weather...but if that sun breaks, after you're out on the track, you're liable to get real loose real quick. Now I don't wanna worry you or nothin, but, Cole's not ready for that...he's changed, see, he's changed. You cannot get out of control and expect him to bring you right back. He's liable to hurt you, you're liable to hurt him, and...I couldn't handle that, so, ah, you've gotta take care of him...see...you gotta take care of him.

Buck Brotherton: [noticing an undamaged spot on the car] Look, a side we don't have to fix!
Harry Hogge: [kicks that spot] I don't want you spoiled, Buck.




	Home Jokes Film Quotes Boss Alert News Forum Links		Back to - Film Quotes - D Days of Thunder Cole Trickle: Yeah, well the sonofabitch just slammed into me! Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam into you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you...he RUBBED you. And rubbin, son, is racin'. [Cole is being searched by a female trooper who notices he has an erection.] Female Trooper: Looks like we found something. Male Trooper: What is it? Female Trooper: A concealed weapon. Dr. Claire Lewicki: You and Rowdy have the same illness, it's called denial and it's probably going to kill you both. Harry Hogge: Tim, take a look at that hound over there. That's the best coon-dog I ever seen or heard about and I didn't have to teach him a damn thing. Tim Daland: If you're from California, you're not a Yankee. You're not really anything. Harry Hogge: What do you know about stock car racing? Cole Trickle: Well... watched it on television, of course. Harry Hogge: You've seen it on television?! Cole Trickle: ESPN. The coverage is excellent, you'd be surprised at how much you can pick up. Harry Hogge: I'm sure I would. Tim Daland: You said you'd look at him. Harry Hogge: I've looked at him. Tim Daland: I paid twenty five hundred dollars to use this track today, Harry. Cole Trickle: Forget it, he needs a brand name like Exon or Richard Petty. Harry Hogge: Well, I know a damn race driver when I see one. Rowdy Burns: You run good. Cole Trickle: Thank you. Rowdy Burns: Now go get your own car and we'll see how you do in a crowd. [During a pit stop.] Harry Hogge: Alright. While we're still under a caution, I want you to go back out on that track and hit the pace car. Cole Trickle: Hit the pace car? Harry Hogge: Hit the pace car! Cole Trickle: What for? Harry Hogge: Because you've hit every other goddamned thing out there, I want you to be perfect! Tim Daland: And Harry, I know you're great, you know you're great, but if the guy in the car doesn't trust you, we're never gonna win a damn race. Dr. Claire Lewicki: Boy, you're very quick. Cole Trickle: You oughta see me drive. Dr. Claire Lewicki: Tell me what you love so much about racing. Cole Trickle: Speed. To be able to control it. To know that I can control something that's out of control. Harry Hogge: The drivers can't stand to be reminded of what can happen to 'em in a racecar. Theyy don't go to hospitalsy don't go to funerals. You get a driver to a funeral before he's actually dead, you've made history, darlin'. Dr. Claire Lewicki: Control is an illusion, you infantile egomaniac. Nobody knows what's gonna happen next: not on a freeway, not in an airplane, not inside our own bodies and certainly not on a racetrack with 40 other infantile egomaniacs. Cole Trickle: Claire, I'm more afraid of bein' nothing than I am of being hurt. Tim Daland: He's destroyed both my cars. He destroyed both my cars. He's fired! You're fired! You're all fired! Cole Trickle: "Whoa! Her ass is all over the place!" Harry Hogge: "Loose is fast, and on the edge of out-of-control" [talking to the chassis] Harry Hogge: I'm gonna give you an engine low to the ground and an extra thick oil pan to cut the wind from underneath you, see. I'm gonna give you a fuel line that'll hold an extra gallon of gas. I'm gonna make you light and shape you like a bullet. You're gonna be perfect. Cole Trickle: Now are you gonna walk, or am I gonna have to carry you? Harry Hogge: To where? Cole Trickle: Victory Lane. Harry Hogge: Walk? Hell... I'll race your ass! Harry Hogge: I'm settin' you up for cool weather...but if that sun breaks, after you're out on the track, you're liable to get real loose real quick. Now I don't wanna worry you or nothin, but, Cole's not ready for that...he's changed, see, he's changed. You cannot get out of control and expect him to bring you right back. He's liable to hurt you, you're liable to hurt him, and...I couldn't handle that, so, ah, you've gotta take care of him...see...you gotta take care of him. Buck Brotherton: [noticing an undamaged spot on the car] Look, a side we don't have to fix! Harry Hogge: [kicks that spot] I don't want you spoiled, Buck.