Dialog

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.  

Description

Claire walks back toward Cole. She looks him in the eyes and explains her professional opinion about control.

Days of Thunder

Days of Thunder
Cole: Goddamn it! Son of a bitch! Harry: Now, Cole, uh... Cole: Son of a bitch!
Goddamn It! Son of a Bitch!
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ESPN Reporter: Special tires? Harry, what's special about them? Harry: Well, nothin' in particu...
Special Tires?
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Harry: Hell, Cole, there's no need to be embarrassed by some low life piece of trash who put you ...
No Need to Be Embarrassed By Some Low Life Trash
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Now...The only question is... will he actually use it?
Will He Actually Use It?
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Cole: Are you ok, Harry? Harry: Yeah, why? Cole: You look all... bent out of shape. Oh, hell,...
Are You Ok, Harry?
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You shouldn't be driving a car anyway! Not on a road, not on a track and not in a parking lot! Yo...
You Shouldn't Be Driving a Car Anyway!
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Listen, man, I've raced with my legs broke, heart bruised, eyes popping out of my head like they'...
Listen, Man, I've Raced With My Legs Broke, Heart Bruised
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I know about you and Rowdy Burns. I ain't settin' up that car for Daytona or anyone else Cole. Uh...
I Know About You and Rowdy
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I need this, Harry. I don't have anything else. You've given me a life. Goddamn it, I don't want ...
Let Me Be the One to Show You What You've Done
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We are under way, and the Daytona 500 is on.
We Are Under Way and the Daytona 500 Is On
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