car king

Carroll Shelby: Bulldog.

Ken Miles: Huh?

Carroll Shelby: You know who that was I was just talking to?

Ken Miles: Bill.

Carroll Shelby: Before that.

Ken Miles: No.

Carroll Shelby: It was Dieter Voss.

Ken Miles: Who's that?

Carroll Shelby: He runs Porsche, Ken. It's a little German car company. Maybe you heard of it.

Ken Miles: All right.

Carroll Shelby: He wanted you to drive at Sebring. But he heard you were difficult.

[Miles sighs]

Ken Miles: I thought we felt the same way about, uh, Germans.

[Ken turns around to work on his Cobra]

Carroll Shelby: Do you like losing, Ken?

Ken Miles: Excuse me?

Carroll Shelby: Oh, you heard me.

Ken Miles: I don't lose.

Carroll Shelby: Without sponsors, you get no car, Ken. And last I checked, the professionals all have a car.

Ken Miles: Shel!

Carroll Shelby: You cannot win the SCCA without one. If you're not winning, you are losing.

Ken Miles: Don't make me lamp this at your head.

Carroll Shelby: Did you bring your son all the way out here to watch you get disqualified or just act like a jackass?

[Miles throws his wrench at Shelby, breaking the windshield of his Cobra]

Carroll Shelby: Well, that answers that.

[Miles and Peter enter the showroom to look at the new Ford Mustang]

Peter Miles: Whoa. Dad, look at that. Hah. The Ford Mustang. What do you think?

[Miles looks around the Mustang]

Ken Miles: I think it's a secretary's car.

Peter Miles: I like it.

[Peter opens the passenger door and looks at the interior, alarming Beebe]

Leo Beebe: Oh. Excu... Excuse me. Would you, would you not do that?

Peter Miles: Oh. Sorry.

[Peter closes the door as Miles looks at Beebe]

Leo Beebe: Oh, er, is this, is this your son?

Ken Miles: Yes, it is.

Leo Beebe: Would you ask him to keep his hands off the paintwork?

[Peter takes his hand off the roof]

Ken Miles: No, no, no, Peter, You're okay.

[looking at Beebe]

Ken Miles: Who are you?

Leo Beebe: Leo Beebe, Senior Executive Vice President, Ford Motor Company.

Ken Miles: Ah.

Leo Beebe: I'm responsible for the launch of the Mustang.

Ken Miles: Ah! At least now we know who's responsible. Don't get me wrong, Lenny.

Leo Beebe: Leo.

Ken Miles: It looks fantastic. But inside, it's a lump of lard, dressed up to fool the public. My advice is, lose the inline-six and that idiotic three-speed, shorten the wheelbase, somehow lose half a ton, and lower the price.

Peter Miles: Dad.

Ken Miles: But even then, I'd still choose a Chevy Chevelle. And that's a fucking terrible car.