Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It hasn't been easy, Harry, but this bitch is ready to run.
Step on the clutch and let the son of a bitch blow it.
This is not the kind of answer I'm looking for from you.
They told me to get in a car and drive.
Yes, i beleive he did
On the radio during the race ...
Run 50 laps any way you like, then 50 laps like l want you to.
The car behind doesn't. He can go just as fast with power in reserve.
- Now what? - Here's how l see this deal ...
Don't be mad. Harry and the boys thought you might like me.
Why didn't you let them investigate?
- Harry, where's your driver from? - Eagle Rock.
Claire, put the boy in his car before he starts sweating.
Going into turn four, drive right by him on the outside.
Show me.
We just want a place that no one's lived in but us.
Isn't this what you're really looking for?.
What does it look like?
- Are they out of the race? - They will be.
- And l didn't teach him a thing. - I've got somebody.
Close your eyes. Palms up.
That doesn't make it legal. Up against the wall.
All right, get out.
- What is it? - I'm just seasick.
- What kind of car trouble? - l believe it was the radiator.
You're not looking too good.
- Take a look at him. - He doesn't sound like somebody.
Toto Wolff post qualifying debrief We end up looking like a monkey fucking a football out there!
LFG
Now all l want to do is to make enough money to work on a farm.
- Am l gaining on Wheeler?. - Trickle's moving up fast.
There goes the quarter panel.
You want me to work the pit and you drive?
It may be funny, but it's not that funny when it happens to you.
We had to change engines. We forgot to tighten the oil line.
Give me an honest run. lf you do, I'll beat you.
There's a crash at turn three. Oil at the bottom of the track.
- There's plenty of other drivers. - Don't give me that shit.
- Forget it. He needs a brand name. - l know a driver when l see one.