Quotes
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Reese Bobby : [walks into the classroom] Excuse me, darling. I'm Reese Bobby. I'm here for career day with my son, Ricky.
10-year-old Ricky : Dad!
Reese Bobby : Hey there, boy! Man, you got big. How long's it been? Three, four months?
10-year-old Ricky : Ten years.
Reese Bobby : Ten years? Man, I gotta lay off the peyote.
[puts a cigarette in his mouth]
Schoolteacher : Mr. Bobby, there's no smoking in here.
Reese Bobby : Oh, it's all right, darling, I'm a volunteer fireman. Okay, I am a semi-professional racecar driver and an amateur tattoo artist.
Classmates : OOOOHHHH!
Reese Bobby : And the first thing you gotta learn if you're gonna be a racecar driver, is that you don't listen to losers like your know-it-all teacher here.
Schoolteacher : Okay, I think that's enough.
Reese Bobby : Your teacher wants you to go slow, and she's wrong because it's the fastest who get paid and it's the fastest who get laid.
[classmates all cheer]
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Schoolteacher : Okay, next up is Ricky Bobby. Ricky, is your father here?
10-year-old Ricky : No, ma'am. I haven't seen my daddy in years. But, my mama say he's out racing cars, and, well, dipping his wick in anything that moves.
[classmates laugh at what Ricky said]
Schoolteacher : Okay, kids, that's enough. Were gonna move on to Brennan.
10-Year-Old Cal : Don't pay them no mind, Ricky.
10-year-old Ricky : Thanks, Cal. Shake and Bake. You'll be my best friend forever.