Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get the candles ready.

letting her drive that car?

That was a tow call.

Anyway, hot-headed kid that he is.

You're the one ruining the sport, old timer.

Gas money and a ceremonial bowl of peaches.

(engines rumbling)

Now where are my goddamn keys.

Every race, I've got my grandpa Big Ed with me in the car.

Davis did it again, Jean.

His father and his grandfather were both racing legends.

You're going to be losing to my family

Randy: Uh, no, ma'am.

Her seatbelt malfunction was a freak accident.

So he was saying he thinks that

We would have seen someone messing with it.

-Randall. -Let's roll, baby.

-Uh, 'cause of your thing, right? -Yeah, because of that.

I saw your shitkicker outside.

so when Davis got his car back,

Buckle up, kid.

Davis: Look at the line she takes.

Bet Daddy wishes he named you something else.

You're 100 percent right.

Better hurry and suit up before I change my mind.

I stopped by the hospital.

-Sorry. -Yeah, no.

Charlie: Hey. No need for all that.

on this grease-monkey mind meld.

I can smoke your ass on any track.

(game music plays)

It's over, Charlie.

No need to take chances.

crowd's roaring, time's slowing down.

No. No, no, no. Come on. Come on.

between these two drivers.

I know it's just go-karts, but I saw her myself and, uh,

And now he's never going to race again,

Randy makes sure of that. He checks it all the time.

A tow call came in last night before practice,

well, I quit the track, I said goodbye to Jean,

Like her grandfather.

we can sit here and talk shit all day long,

Oh. What do you mean? Like, her seatbelt didn't work?

-Baby... -To Keith Owens' front yard.

Well, they towed it back to my garage.

* Go another mile *