Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My man can tooth a race car.

where today's race is crucial in determining

about what happens when you, uh, when you lose it.

-Boy 1: Me, me, me, me. -Boy 2: Come on.

under those bright eyes of yours, huh, kid?

-I am not. -Now!

behind the wheel of that car

Uh, if he's lying, I'll know it.

getting the third degree about Katy's crash.

(engines revving)

until a tow call comes in.

(high-pitched whine)

I hope she gets better soon.

You should leave. It's not safe for you here.

-(crowd cheering) -Whoa!

(engine revving)

Yeah, I know. But as I was, uh, leaving town last night,

Alright? Really?

Okay. I'm sorry for jacking your mailbox.

I'm Charlie Cale.

Kids: Me, me, me, me.

Ah, ah, ah. On the track.

Seems like there is...

since the day I was born.

Davis: Okay, for this next turn,

So what, so you drive a, a tow truck, huh?

Is your foot even on the gas?

Go on, say it out loud.

Could have been wrong.

I'm going to put Keith Owens in a fucking wheelchair.

-You don't have cancer, you fucking liar. -Nice try, dipshit.

How hard could it be?

that could have gotten real awkward real quick.

That's why she's in the hospital.

a good talk with Katy.

And Owens is really trying to goad him.

but congratulations.

Well, seatbelt tools,