The Wild Racers (1968) - full transcript

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[MANY PEOPLE talking]

As far as I'm concerned, he
should have left town before
he left town.

-And if he never gets back,
it's too soon.
-Now wait, hold on.

You're not gonna mind because
he beat you all the time.

He beat you at Daytona,
he beat you at Darlington.

Let me ask you one question.
Is he ever gonna win another
race in the U.S.A?

-I don't know where he is...
If he's been banned...
-I mean racing...

-He's not coming back.
-He's out.

I'll win more races than
Joe Joe Quillico will win...

because I can drive
and he can't.



You don't know that.
He ain't racing because

-of the accident. And I was in
the accident, remember man.
-Yeah I know.

-At Cadbury...
-He wrecked up in Atlanta.

-He wrecked me ramming
into the wall, and...
-Part of the team, right?

He made that first turn
going twice as fast as they
told us.

-Oh man! Nobody knows
what he did there.
-Relax!

-Well you know what he did.
-It was your car, wasn't it?

-25,000 dollars.
-25,000 race.

And he will never drive
for me again.

He'll never drive
for anybody again.

Joe Joe was very consistent.

Consistent in what?

[LAUGHING]

Hey baby, don't step...
That cat's gonna show up
again.



You know what he's gonna do,
he's gonna go over to
Europe.

He's gonna show up... If he's
in Europe right now racing,

he's gonna wreck
some more cars,

he's gonna wreck
some more chicks,

and he's gonna wreck himself
before it's over.

[EVERYONE talking]

Yeah, but he could've
been good.

He could've been one of the
best drivers going.

I don't know if I'll see
him again. I'd like to race
against him again.

I wouldn't mind racing
against him either.

I ain't afraid of racing
against him again.

Well then you got more
guts than brains, I always
said it.

I, for one... Hey man, I,
for one, would like to know
where the cat is today.

I really would.
I'd really like to know...

Joe Joe Quillico,
King of the hill-ico.

Oh, I'm so glad that man
is gone and out of my life,

I can't tell you.

Anybody know where he went?

Well, listen, man,
you talk like that...

I want to stay away,
that's

-the only reason I...
-I know where Joe Joe is.

-You know where Joe Joe is?
-Yes, I do.

You better not know it.
Where's Joe Joe?

He is racing
Grand prixin Europe.

Thank you...

-Hey, drink your beer,
and keep quiet for a minute.
-He's good.

-Don't knock him.
He's good, alright?

No, he could've been good.

-Could've what?
-He could've... Driving.

[MAN LAUGHING]

[CAR ENGINE WHINING]

What do you mean, Joe Joe who?

I'm Joe Joe Quillico.
King of the hill-ico.

And they call me Joe Joe,
'cause I got the mojo.

♪

[ENGINE REVVING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[PEOPLE talking]

[ENGINE ROARING]

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCING]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[ANNOUNCING IN FRENCH]

-He didn't cool it.
-If he blows that engine,
I'll kill him.

[COMMENTATOR SPEAKING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Are you gonna kill him?

Why the hell doesn't he do as
I tell him?

If he keeps pressing this
hard, he'll be out inside the
three laps.

COMMENTATOR: He's running very
slowly on the right side
of the road.

-There he's definitely pulling
up the road.
-Done it again.

I'm quite serious, you know.
I'm gonna take this cheeky
bastard and kill him.

But I'm sure he's quite dead.
I'll see to it he never
gets his hands on another

piece of racing machinery
so long as he lives.

Gee, I just thought he was
trying to win.

I'll tell him when to win.

[ENGINES REVVING]

You seem to have forgotten
you're number two
on this team,

and Ian is number one.

Next time you get the word
to cool it,

you better bloody well cool
it!

No, I use a different
technique.

Is that so?

Who's paying you to practice
it on me?

You think they give these
engines away?

They should've given that dog
away.

Listen, son.

One more failure to obey an
order to come into the pit...

One more engine driven beyond
braking point.

One more failure to support
the in, and you're out.

And for more than one season.

What do you say to that?

-How's Ian doing?
-Ah, he's layin' third.

I'll tell you one thing.

You drive a fine race...

Whilst you lasted.

You can't win a war.

WOMAN: What do you want from
me?

You sit here like a lump,

while you are the great hero?

What do you want from me?

I am Margaret.

I could today be at the
studio, but I'm with charming
on the set of new film.

I'm not a stupid to wait in
hotel in the pit,

while you pretend to be a
champion!

I don't think you even that
I'm not that stupid!

And to chase that stupid
woman because you have a
driver's license...

What else do you want from me?

You said that.

When I met you,

you said I'm a girl
you'll always...

"I've always wished to live in
love."

-Did I say that?
-Oh, yes.

And I am the girl you always
looked for.

Which is always to be so true
and faithful.

Right, I said that.

So, now?

I'm the great disappointment
of your life.

Where did it go wrong?

Look, will you just relax,
baby?

I love when you call me,
"baby."

Just like a gangster.

I forgive you for everything.

[TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING]

Have a good time.

I don't need them.

I don't understand women
I can get along great
without 'em.

Let's face it, I haven't
got time for 'em.

After all, I got races to
win.

I gotta catch up.

[SNORTING]
I can't get hung up.

So from now on, no more.

Just an occasional, huh.

[TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING]

♪

[LAUGHING]

I think you should have won
today.

I think so too.

Look at it this way.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Sex... It is

just a way of I've
saying to yourself,

"Hi there, Louise,
I like you."

Yessiree, I do.

How can you be afraid of
being your own best friend?

Charlie, you're right.

I spread so much happiness.

Get lost.

I gave him hell today.

Yes, I heard.

-I shouldn't be too rough
with him though.
-Rough?

Ruining my cars and mucking up
your chances.

The team will survive, I
expect.

He's learning.

Are you taken?

It's getting harder and harder
to tell.

Well, I would.

Really?

My place or yours?

-We could try it in either.
-No time.

I have to be off at one in
'morrow.

Give us a lift.

I'll try.

[GIGGLING]

What time do you think
you'll get to Brands Hatch?

In time to qualify.

-WOMAN: Isn't he qualified?
-No.

And he won't be if I can't
fix up his old engine.

You better get cracking.

Afraid Virgil can't get you a
new one 'til after
Brands Hatch, old man.

I'll make do with the one
I've got.

All this joking,
I didn't notice we were...

going to the nitty gritty.

What's wrong with that?

I'm just not that sort of
girl.

What sort?

The sort that gets down
to the nitty gritty?

Well...

You can lead a horse to
water, but you can't make him
drink.

You can lead a girl to the
nitty gritty, but you can't
make her.

What a pity.

-Oh, you are a card.
-I'm an ace.

Now you could... Now listen,
listen.

I don't want you to think that
I'm the sort of
girl that goes to bed

with just anybody.

If I can just...

Anybody?

No, perhaps you are something
special.

Pippy.

You've got a keen
sense of character.

'Cause I'm Joe Joe Quillico,

King of the hill-ico.

And they call me Joe Joe,

'cause I got the mojo.

You know what mojo is?

Mojo is magic.

[MOANING]

And that's where it's at
with me, baby.

Do you like it when I call you
baby?

[ENGINE REVIVING]

WOMAN: Of course it's
beautiful.

Anything that powerful's got
to be beautiful.

That's what they said about
the Bismarck.

This mill was great six months
ago.

Now, it couldn't get a
mechanical rabbit in a
dog race.

Are you really going to lose
the race?

No, I'm not supposed to lose.

But it's very unlikely that
I'll win.

That's the spirit, son.

WOMAN: You mean you'd really
take me to Manicour?

Why not, baby?

[RACE COMMENTATOR]

Well, you must be daft.

Either that, or you're
really mad for me.

Take your pick.

[RACE COMMENTATOR]

WOMAN: I don't think you're
daft.

More likely you're a bloody
old liar.

JOE JOE: Oh you don't trust
me?

Tend to your driving.
What's your pit side?

[ENGINE REVVING]

You drive well, son,
but not...

Oh come on, Virg, you know who
passed me on that last lap.

Benny and Roger.

-And the rabbit.
-You keep out of this.

Pull yourself together,
Joe Joe.
You'll have fun at Manicour.

♪

I brought us a picnic
lunch.

Oh yeah? What you got?

-Bar of chocolate.
-Groovy.

-Do you like boating?
-Boating, she's alright.

But I love you.

Oh?

Oh?

[GIGGLING]
You love me.

I said so, didn't I?

Why?

Well, I love your dimples,

and your eye shadow,

and the way your hair puckers

when you get angry.

And your brown eyes.

They are blue.

Oh yeah, those too.

What's Manicour like?

Oh...
Very French.

But we'll be happy no matter
where we are.

-Oh, you are a lovely liar.
-Don't call me that.

[GIGGLING]

♪

You're the kind of girl they
don't come up with too often
anymore.

The old-fashioned type.

-[GIGGLING]
-No matter how quick you
hop into bed.

[LAUGHING]

[BRASS BAND PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT COMMENTATING]

When they start lapping you,

don't throw the dice
in with the enemy.

Do whatever you can to keep
them back for a lap
or so.

Okay, okay.

I'll tell you one thing,
Charlie...

I'm getting damn tired
following Ian on around the
track.

[ENGINE REVIVING]

COMMENTATOR:
Three, two, one...

-Yeah! Look at them go!
-Yeah.

Get 'em all fixed up and
perfect, and take them out and
beat 'em to death.

I hadn't thought of it like
that.

Nobody ever does.

Really? Well, how good is he?

He's one of the best.
Wouldn't be out there
at all if he wasn't.

Well, why is Ian number one

and Joe Joe always number two?

Ian's a tested veteran,
a great driver.

So is Joe Joe, but a little
green I'd say?

[SIREN WAILING]

Tell us about Joe Joe, please,
Charlie.

Okay.

He introduced me to your
sister.

Alright.

Well.

He's a good guy.

I haven't got a sister.

JOE JOE: Every chick is
different from every other
chick.

Every relationship is
something else too.

Start different, go along,
and end different.

WOMAN: If they have to end.

JOE JOE: Yeah right if they
have to end.

But if they do, it's always
different.

You see, I got no eyes for the
kind of broad

that zips from
track to track with a mattress
on her back.

I mean, if I thought you were
in that league, I would've
never come on to you.

I mean, I need that kind of
chick who's gonna be there
when the

fun and games are over.

Well, like, when I quit her...
Get busted up, and I
have to quit.

She'll still be around.

[COMMENTATOR ANNOUNCING]

Three cheers for the champion!

-Knock it off.
-Oh, pardon me awfully.

Why's everybody so damned
happy?

I just won second place and
six points.

Congratulations.

And you helped to make it
possible.

Great.

Now cool down son, and get off
your sporty car race.

We'll be glad to get you out
of hair for a couple of weeks.

Virgil, what kind of shape am
I gonna be for the Dutch
race?

I am supposed to have a
new engine.

Now calm yourself. You'll get
your new engine. You'll be
well looked after.

Charlie, let's go.

-I couldn't get her to red
line, Charlie
-Why not?

-Well I'm not too...
-I could have taken event.

I would have been sixth,
and six is a point.

-Only I was seventh.
-Oh! Be a good boy.

Keep out of this.

You don't know what you're
talking about, and chances are
you never will.

So just shut up. Shut up!
Charlie, let's go.

Pippy, come on, get out of
there. Let's go.

-I'm not ready yet. What's the
matter?
-Stupid broad, let's go.

But what's all the hurry about
then? Oh, Joe Joe...

Ah, shut up.

What did you drag me out like
that for?

-We blew the plane.
-You nearly scalped me.

I didn't know what the time
was. Don't you want me to look
beautiful?

They have hair dressers in
Italy.

Wouldn't trust my hair to a
foreigner.

You're nothing but a bad ass
hang up.

Well you're the one
that's madly in love with me.

What are you gonna do
about it?

[TRAIN HORN HOOTING]

[TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING]

-Charlie, I have learned my
lesson.
-Well, good for you.

CHARLIE: What lesson?

JOE JOE: I've decided to give
up women.

-Well, I think that's a good
idea.
-I don't need them,

I don't understand them,
and I can get along great
without them.

CHARLIE: Oh right, right.

-Let's face it. I haven't got
time for them.
-Right.

-After all, I've got races to
win.
-Right.

-I've gotta catch up.
-Right.

-And I can't get hung up.
-Right.

So from now on, no more.

-Just an occasional, but no
more getting involved.
-Right.

-Charlie, you gotta help me.
-Oh, anything, old buddy.

I'll take the whole problem
off your hands.

Right?

Right...

♪

Joe Joe Quillico.

Katherine Pearson.

The really good museums are in
that book.

I know a great little museum
just across the river.

Don't pay any attention to
them. They're just trying to
pick us up.

-What are you girls doing
with us tonight?
-Oh! Nothing.

-Sitting on my collar bone.
-You're sitting on my collar
bone.

-That's why my leg hurts.
-Well I'm hoping to get into
first.

-I always think drivers are
afraid.
-Oh yeah.

-Are you, Charlie?
-Nah.

-Why not?
-I'm a mechanic.
-Why?

Why?

Well, the money.

Travel.
Fun.

And, you see, I have this
death wish.

Ah!

-JOE JOE: Would you like to go
to the opera?
-No.

-About sports car races?
-No.

I have some pull there, I'll
get you good seats.

Well, you see, it's like this.

As I said, it's like this.

It's a...
Oh never mind.

CHARLIE: Now, these what you
call sports prototype cars.

-PIPPY: I can't tell who's in
front and who's behind.
-Joe Joe's in front.

How come Julie didn't show
up?

She took the train to Venice.

You mean, he's ahead?

How come she went off to
Venice?

She's sticking to our
schedule.

-Why didn't you go with her?
-[MOANING]

-Move!
-I know.

-All set?
-Wait.

-Am I still in the lead?
-Yeah.

-What's wrong with you?
-No points.

Let's go.

Move, let's go!

[METAL SCRAPING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

ANNOUNCER: And victory goes to
the race long leader, driven
steadily by Joe Joe Quillico.

Who averaged
91 miles per hour,

for the 72 laps.

Second place,
two and a half laps behind,

is the number 95,
Ford GT 40

of Bruce Johnson.

[FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

I was right.

I told her that Virgil he was
me back, that I could win.

All you need is a first class
car, a dry track, and a
stomach full of guts.

-Ah nah...
-What do you mean?

All it takes is a good
mechanic.

-Hey, you don't waste it.
-[PIPPY LAUGHING]

[MOANING UPSETLY]

Stay back, that's not fair.

[ALL LAUGHING]

♪

-Did the accident get to you?
-Sure.

I wanted to see you win.

Where can I drop you?

I'll let you know.

You don't mind taking the
train, Charlie?

-[LAUGHING]
-Bye.

♪

Is this the real
Joe Joe Quillico?

You're absolutely more real
than any of the broads who
follow the races.

All they care about is fun and
games.

PIPPY: I like fun and games.

Yeah but you don't make it
habit out of it.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

Well, son, you've got your new
engine.
How do you like her?

-Not bad, I'll tell you more
after I'd take her around.
-Please do, by all means.

Hey, listen to this.

It'll never be sort it out
before the race.

Oh yeah?

Well since you'll be following
me around all day,

you can pick up any
pieces that fall off, right?

I wish I had your wing,
Joe Joe.

-Joe Joe seems pleased.
-Maybe so.

But you drive one hell of a
lap.

-He's going for another.
-He's damn fast today!

You got a good starting
position.

Second row, I expect.

-Isn't that a bit irrelevant?
-Isn't it obvious to you?

The new car isn't ready.

-You're not gonna use
spares.
-Joe Joe's car is.

I'm not giving it to you!

-I promised it to him.
-Oh really?

Well I better well need
points.

Get a load of this baby.

Very nice car.

Not the car, the girl.

Are they mad at Joe Joe?

No, these guys are like a
bunch of jealous actors.

They never remember that all
is just a matter of mechanics.

-The best grease job, the best
tuning, the...
-Did he do something wrong?

He broke the lap record.

What the hell of those gear
box noises?

Forget third, Virg.

If I had a week to tinker
on this engine,
I could have it running...

-Charlie, guess what?
-The race is tomorrow.

-Right.
-As my uncle Hirka,
the famous dry cleaner,

used to say, "Don't worry."

I think you should start
re-thinking the races from the
bottom up, Charlie.

I'm already thinking.
Anything else?

Yeah, nine points, and
tomorrow is our day.

[SCOFFING]
Coming right up.

-Hi.
-Hi.

You almost through?

We're gonna be at this whole
night.

Why don't you go into town,
dig some of the sights?

I thought Charlie was the
mechanic.

That's what I keep telling
him.

How about if I just hang
around?

-It's gonna be a long night,
baby.
-Okay.

See you at the races.

♪

[INAUDIBLE]

[PEOPLE CHATTING]

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

ANNOUNCER: Well here we are
again, gathered together under
typical continental skies

to witness, what is being
called by practically
everyone,

"the ultimate test,"

of man and machine.
The Grand prix du
Automobiles.

Which will prove once again,

that for every winner, there
are at least 20 losers.

It's a beautiful feeling.

-What?
-Just knowing you're gonna win
tomorrow.

-Oh!
-Oh, you don't understand.

I've been sitting on me for
two years, Giving Ian all the
breaks.

So what happens when they give
me a good machine? I break the
lap record.

I'm a winner baby.
Just watch me tomorrow.

I love you and if you don't
win.

-Whose side you on?
-Well, that's not the point.

What is the point? Either
you're on my side or you're
not. Make up your mind.

-Well, I'm on your side.
-Uh-huh.

Okay, you're on my side. I'm
gonna win tomorrow, right?

Right.

Say it.

Well, say it.

Damn it, say it.

-Say,
"I'm gonna win tomorrow?"
-[GIGGLES]

Say it.
I'm gonna win tomorrow.

I'm going to win tomorrow.

Not you, me.

[CAR ENGINE REVVING]

Naturally, this whole thing it
is very personal.

ANNOUNCER: It involves the
driver, his car, and an
intangible mixture of the two

called speed.

And when that mixture is
happening, nothing or no one
else exists.

Excepting, of course, the
other drivers, that they're
just in a way.

JOE JOE:
When I'm too old to race...

You mean, when I'm too old to
drive. You can always race.
Even I'll crush this.

I'll be grand champion of the
blind staggers.

As long as there's a top or
bottom,

or a first or last, you start
taking your choices.

Anybody takes bottom or last,
he's got to be a...

-PIPPY: A loser?
-Yeah, right.

So, I can't tell you where
I'll be or what I'll be doing,

but you can be damn sure
I'll be on that line.

If you know what I mean, on
the line.

Get on and find out.

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

ANNOUNCER: With just over 14
laps to run...

No one else involved, he's not
going to hit the rail.

So, he'll probably be able to
restart.

So, he's lost two places in
about eight seconds.

Ah, that's really too bad.
He's driving extremely well
out there.

1:25:9 the best race lap
so far.

Oh, there's a crash, there's a
crash. Right into the hay!

I'm sorry, I don't know who
it is.
It is a red car.

No report from that end yet,
but there's an ambulance

there on the course.
White flag.

We were just talking about the
high average speed. Well, this
will probably slow things

down for a lap or two. No,
this still looks like it's

going to be the fastest race
ever.

What did he say about Joe Joe?

The race situation has
certainly changed.

Oh, we've just heard it was
Norman.

It was Jeff Norman in the
McLaren that crashed.

No details yet. The
ambulance
is still there.

Probably, probably not
serious.

There are a few pieces of
metal lying here and there on
the track,

which makes a bit dodgy there

until they get it cleared off.

Geoffrey laps himself.

Still lapping on the
1:25.

I think he had a little
trouble getting down into
third gear.

Here's a nasty curve.
Maybe some gear box trouble.

Maybe the same old story for
Quillico, mechanical trouble.

Now on the last lap, and it's
going to be Pico's race
after all.

Quillico still running, but
he's dropped back now.
He's dropped back.

It'd really been miraculous if
he can make that gear box
start.

With his surprisingly smooth
driving today,

a break down now would really
be rotten luck.

[ENGINE REVVING]

Well, we seem to have the
trouble sorted out now.

Quillico has lost his middle
gears, which means he must
risk burning out his brakes

entering the turns, and
has no acceleration coming
out.

So, he has one chance left to
press on as hard as possible,
in hopes

that his two lap lead will
give him just enough space and
time to hold off and

go to the finish.

Pico has past Quillico and
taken the lead.

Pico in the lead, Joe Joe
clinging to second.

He should be able to keep it
in the remaining seconds.

But there's yet another
accident!

Another one gets hit.

It's either
Gardner or Tilbert.

Right in front of Quillico.

Here come Joe Joe, here he
comes now.

He got through alright.

So ends another Dutch
Grand prix.

Exciting as ever, bestowing
nine championship awards

on Shawn Ellaine Pico,
who ran hard

and really deserved his win.

In the books, that's all that
counts.

But today's drama was played
out by smiling Joe Joe
Quillico,

the red hot Yankee who started
in front

with the fastest car on the
track,

and stayed there with the ease
and a nose cone.

He had the race right in his
hip pocket

until mechanical difficulties
forced him to run the last
lap...

-Are you alright?
-Yeah, I'm alright.

-What happened?
-I lost the race. What the
hell do you think happened?

Well, Joe Joe, you did it
again, huh, kid?

Get outta here, you stupid
bastard.

-Joe Joe.
-You shut up.

-Alright.
-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.

♪

We've got a heck of a lot of
work to do on both cars.

Both? I thought Ian was
getting a new one.

Ian will be driving the car
with the new engine in Madrid.

My car?

-It was my idea.
-Well good for you, old man.

-Joe Joe.
-Yeah I know, it's in the
contract right?

That is correct.

When Ian joined this team, I
promised him full support
in writing.

Towards the driver's
championship.

You were hired because I think
you have a future.

Okay, it's all straight.
I'll drive the old one.

But I'll be driving her to
win.

Because I can beat you in a
broom stick.

♪

You know, sometimes I wonder
what the hell I'm risking my
neck for.

What's the big payoff?

♪

I think it is beautiful.

JOE JOE: Sure is, but that's
not the important part.

It's the guts that count.

For those of the bull
as well the bullfighter.

It's nothing like racing.

It isn't' even a sport.

About the only similarity
between racing and bull
fighting is a crowd.

Actually, what it is, is a
beautiful show, and these nuts

don't even know they're play
acting.

But forget about the matador
being against the bull

or the bull being against the
matador.

All that counts is how it's
done.

[INAUDIBLE]

No, look, you don't understand
the spiritual angle of the
bull fight.

PIPPY: Why should the bull be
brave when the bull always
loses?

JOE JOE: Well, he doesn't know
that.

He's just brave and dumb.

The only thing he knows is
he want to get that cape.

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

[INDISTINCT COMMENTATOR]

[INDISTINCT COMMENTATING]

This isn't the cool driving we
expect from Carlier. He's not
driving smoothly at all.

Not at all. Definitely very
ragged.

That heat is effecting him
seriously. He's using all of
the road in the corner.

There's no margin at all.

[CAR TIRES SCREECHING]

♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

It's Quillico leading now,
still going very steadily,

turning consistent lap times
of around 1:24.

Now eight seconds ahead of
Joe Frey,
who's been dropping back

a little bit just each lap.

Quillico has the race well in
hand, a very competitive
performance.

Now, going in the final
lap, no one's close enough to
threaten his lead...

It looks like a major victory
for Joe Joe after a long
season.

With the help... With the help
of a little luck,

Joe Joe Quillico the wild and
wooly kid from California

wins his first Grand prix in
the heat of the Spanish
afternoon.

[NEWS REPORTERS GATHERING]

No look, you don't understand
the spiritual line of the bull
fight.

[PEOPLE YELLING]

[SPANISH SPEAKING]

Oh, thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you.

Quillico, could you look at
this way, please?

Once more, senor.

-Sure, sure.
- Gracias, thank you.

Please, the young
lady, over here.

Smile please. Oh, thank you
very much.

Gracias,thank you, please
wait, please smile.

[JOURNALISTS CLAMORING]

-Pull the bottle up!
-You got it.

Who's that for?

Sports Illustrated.

This is my girl.

Let me get a picture of you
givin' him a kiss, honey.

You can do better that.
Let me get a big one on the
lips!

How's this?

Oh, Sensational! Hold it.

Ah! Great, great.

-How does it feel to be a
winner, sir?
-Oh, great, thanks.

How do you feel to be a
winner's girl here?

Ha! Terrific.

She's crazy about me.

I can tell.

♪

In these parties, we're all
the same.

Any differences are
completely superficial.

The only thing that changes is
the name of the winner.

Hey, baby, what do you want?

That's wonderful.

Here, have some of this.

What we going to do next?

Huh?

Well, we're gonna win.

Again and again.

And again.

Forever?

No, not at all.

I'll be out of here in months.
Walking around in two, and

back in the car in...

six.

I tried too hard.
I'll damn well never...

Make the same mistake again.

Never?

Well, if you ever tell me
about it, I'll break the other
head.

But even if I have to admit,
you can't win them all.

You better believe it.

I just don't believe it.

Don't worry about Ian.
He'll be alright.

-We're all immortal.
-Nobody's immortal.

The same thing.

You're not even sorry.

But there's nothing to be
sorry about.

Ian's just not the driver
I am.

I'm glad you won.

What's the matter?

Don't you like kissing a
winner?

♪

I'm Joe Joe Quillico and I go
"Benzico."

Cut, cut.
[FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[CHUCKLING]

[CHUCKLING]

Listen, it's not bad. But
let's do it again, okay?

-Well, how was my hair?
-Great. Good.

[FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Let's start again.

I'm Joe Joe Quillico, and I go
"Benzico."

-No.
-Obviously.

-Everything's changed.
-Not that much.

-We need a spares.
-Not that much.

Not that much.

Look, we make any deal with
anybody.

Because I won.

They'll knock themselves
out trying to help me win
again.

[LAUGHING]
All week.

-No, you cannot bring the lady
to the hotel.
-What do you mean?

-This is no lady, this is my
wife.
-No, it's impossible.

-[SPEAKING SPANISH]
-Yeah.

-[SPANISH SPEAKING]
-Yeah, see, right.

-No, no, no, no.
-What... You don't understand.
Let me... Let me explain.

-Wait, I wanna...
-We got two brand new
engines.

-Get down the track and check
them out, okay?
-Joe Joe, look I'm...

-Now.
-I...

Hey, ten minutes...

[MAKING SOUND]

Hey, sweetheart...
[YELPING]

I almost saw. It got a little
bit too dark. Not quite.

What?

We, we're going to
go to Rouen next.

Reach!

[EXCLAIMING DELIGHTEDLY]

Now look, let that be a lesson
to you, okay?

Now look, get all dolled up,
and we'll have a groovy
night in Paris, okay?

Why yes, it certainly is a
great honor that you've
invited me

to your international
championship series.

Putting my name on a slot
car and selling it...

Oh, I know, I understand...

But of course, we cannot
decide now.

I decided. Five percent and
some sort of advance.

Well I wouldn't exactly say
that, gentlemen...

As a matter of fact, I've been
driving competitively

since I was about 15 years
old.

Can you say now how it feels
to be winner of the
Grand prix?

What can I say, gentlemen?
It's a...

The greatest feeling
imaginable.

More even than love?

Oh, it is love.

-Oh, look.
-What?

-Did you see the keys?
-Yes, I missed them.

Going too fast to see
anything.

Maybe it's because you blew an
extra hour and half getting
ready this morning.

♪

[CAR ENGINE REVVING]

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

You can't just lie there and
say that everything's the

same and expect me to believe
it.

Okay. Everything is different.

Can't wait for tomorrow.
I gotta get some sleep.

-What have you got against
Ian?
-Who, me?

I think he's a great guy.

It's just he's always in front
of me when I'm in a hurry.

And you know me, baby, I'm
always in a hurry.

Mm-hm.

With your girls too.

There's one thing I hate, and
that's a jealous woman.

You know what it's always
like with women?

Present company excepted,
of course.

Hanging me up all the time.

Remember that you're different
because...

We both buy the same car.
[EXCLAIMING DELIGHTEDLY]

And now your teeth are turned
sideways.

I have never once seen
you wear a pair of

combat boots.

Extend me a fair hand.
[LAUGHING]

I didn't know.

It's in the right side of your
head.

Get your hand out of
there.

[LAUGHING]

Is that all?

What about my being the old
fashioned kind of girl.

The kind you can trust forever
and ever.

-What about that?
-Well...

Maybe they're just ain't no
such animal.

Completely impossible.

Got to decide whether you're
gonna be first or last.

And I decided to be first.

And when I get there, she's
gonna be right by my side.

Who?

Why is it so important?

You may not know this, kiddo,
but I'm in this game to win.

Anyway, I gotta get some
sleep.

I know you love me.

You don't have to tell me.

You're mad, I couldn't
possibly beat you in a
beer-drinking contest.

If you have brains at all,
you won't forget it.

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]
You win, you win.

I knew you'd come around,
baby.

Don't you just love it when I
call you "baby."

I hate it when you call me
"baby."

It figures it would be late
now.

Maybe you better get back to
the track.

[TRAIN CHUGGING]

[ANNOUNCING IN FOREIGN
LANGUAGE]

♪

♪

What do you mean Joe Joe
who?

I'm Joe Joe Quillico.

King of the hill-ico.

And they call me Joe Joe,

'cause I got the mojo.