- [searching for car parts in a scrap yard]
- Peewee: What'chyou looking for, Wendell?
- Wendell Scott: Some of this, some of that, some of everything. A universal joint.
- Peewee: Hmph. I wouldn't know a universal joint if it bit me.
- Wendell Scott: Well, one's about to bite you.
- Hutch: [sarcastically] If they shoved your brain up a gnat's ass, it would look like a BB in a boxcar.
- Deputy Drinkwater: Get us some Coon tang.
- Deputy Turner: You mean poon tang.
- Deputy Drinkwater: No, I mean Coon tang.
- Beau Welles: Sheriff, I have got a little proposition for you. I want to put that boy on my track.
- Deputy Turner: What?
- Beau Welles: Now, now, wait just a minute, now. Hear me out.
- Deputy Turner: What the hell are you talkin' about?
- Beau Welles: I'm talkin' about fillin' up my stands. I'm talkin' about makin' money. I'm talkin' about puttin' that boy out - so the white folks will come to see him get killed, and the niggers - well, hell, they'll just come out.
- Deputy Turner: What are you talkin' about man? Do you know how long it's taken me to catch that boy?
- Beau Welles: Look, what good is he doin' you in jail? I'm talkin' about money. Let's get that boy out of jail and make some money off of his black ass.
- Wendell Scott: I got the best damn car and I can drive my black ass off. I know it!
- Peewee: Yeah, you the best nigger race driver I ever seen in my life.
- Wendell Scott: Tell 'em about it!
- Peewee: In fact, you the *only* nigger race driver I ever seen in my life.
- Mr. Jones: Didn't you ever have any crazy ideas? Lord knows, I had a few when I was your age.
- Wendell Scott: I had a few, sir, but I don't know if I should talk about it.
- Mr. Jones: Oh, go right ahead. We all family here.
- Wendell Scott: Well, sir, I wanted to be a champion race car driver.
- Mr. Jones: That's the craziest one I ever heard, all right. Who'd you think you's going to race with? Not them good old white boys?
- Wendell Scott: Yes sir, all depended.
- Mr. Jones: Depended on when hell freezes over.
- Peewee: Listen, I got a good old moonshine that helps you get up with your mind. You all, come on, let's party. Come on. Quit standing around here and let's party. Hey, hey!
- Deputy Turner: Boy, how old's that girl?
- Wendell Scott: She fourteen, sir.
- Deputy Turner: Fourteen. Girl, don't you let that boy knock you up. You know how you folks are.
- Deputy Turner: Did you get a look at that face? I've seen ugly women, but that's ugly.
- Deputy Drinkwater: I think I'd rather go home to my wife.
- Deputy Turner: Don't be foolish, boy.
- Mary: They laid off some more people today at the mill, mostly colored folk.
- Wendell Scott: That figures.
- Mary: Now, don't you fix your mouth to lie, either. You ain't gonna sweet-talk your way out of this.
- Mary: You got paint all over the floor.
- Wendell Scott: It's all right. We can clean it up.
- Mary: You mean I'm going to clean it up.
- Wendell Scott: It doesn't matter, does it?
- Mary: It's not the money, is it? You like the risk, don't you?
- Wendell Scott: Ain't no risk, baby. I like to ride.
- Billy Joe Byrnes: Cotton, can he drive?
- Sheriff Cotton: Can he drive? Can he drive? Shit! He drove *me* crazy.
- Sheriff Cotton: Now, the Mayor is rightfully upset. The Treasury Department is upset. I'm upset! Been made to look foolish and incompetent while this *nigra* is running around loose. Well, maybe I haven't made myself clear in the past. I want his black ass in jail.
- Billy Joe Byrnes: Yellow flag means caution. So, you slow down.
- Wendell Scott: Yellow flag, caution. I slow down. Put my foot on the brakes.
- Billy Joe Byrnes: That's it. Black flag means get the hell off the track.
- Wendell Scott: Get the hell off the track on the black flag.
- Billy Joe Byrnes: And a white flag means you got one lap left to do.
- Wendell Scott: One lap left to do on the white flag.
- Billy Joe Byrnes: That's it. You understand it?
- Wendell Scott: I believe so, sir. Tell me about the checkered flag.
- Billy Joe Byrnes: I wouldn't worry about that checkered flag if I was you, boy.
- Speedway Announcer: What a fine race coming up today, folks, starting with a 10-lap sprint. We've got a first here today. We've got a colored boy in car number 34, name of Wendell Scott. Keep your eye on that boy!
- Hutch: What'd you get? Fourth?
- Wendell Scott: What'd you get?
- Hutch: I got a busted radiator, ass face.
- Wendell Scott: Peckerhead, I got two tickets to the Colonial restaurant for dinner.
- Hutch: You think you got two tickets. Cause, I happen to know they don't serve no boogies at this restaurant.
- Wendell Scott: They're going to serve this *boogie*.
- Wendell Scott: See what you get for fourth place. Ain't that somethin'?
- Woodrow: You would've had first place, if it wasn't for Beau Welles.
- Wendell Scott: To hell with Beau Welles! I got some plans for his ass. We on our way, Woodrow!
- Hutch: I'll tell you one thing, I hate to say I told you so, but them damn buggers on the Supreme Court think they can change the world overnight, they got another thing coming.
- Mary: Honey, please stop. You're 42 years old. You got 15 years on half the men you race against. Honey, they got the sponsors. They got big oil companies and car companies. They got the best cars and the best mechanics. What you got?
- Peewee: You entered the Grand National this morning?
- Wendell Scott: Sure did, Peewee.
- Peewee: You lyin'?
- Wendell Scott: No, I 'aint.
- Peewee: You got a car?
- Wendell Scott: No.
- Peewee: You got a crew?
- Wendell Scott: No.
- Peewee: Then, what you got?
- Wendell Scott: Heart.
- Peewee: The nigger ain't changed a bit. He ignores his old friends and heads straight for the ladies.
- Speedway Announcer: They're gettin' in a-knockin' and a-bangin'. We got a game, folks, he might make it. How about that nigger?
- Beau Welles: What's the matter, boy? Having trouble with your tires?
- Wendell Scott: Damn.
- Beau Welles: Hey, colored boy, I'm talking to you.
- Wendell Scott: What you want, Beau?
- Beau Welles: I got two cars in this race. When that green flag drops, I'll drive one right up your ass.
- Wendell Scott: That suits me fine. Because you'll be behind. I'll be in front.
- Beau Welles: Boy, there's nothing I hate worse than a smart-aleck nigger.