Michael Rooker credited as playing...
Rowdy Burns
- Big John: If you two wanna turn yourselves into a greasy spot on a country road somewhere, go right ahead. I don't give a shit and I don't think anybody else does, regardless what they say to your face. But you two monkeys are not going to do it on my racetrack. Now y'all heard of a "Japanese Inspection?" Japanese Inpsection, you see, when the Japs get in a load of lettuce they're not sure they wanna let in the country, why they'll just let it sit there on the dock 'til they get good and ready to look at. But then of course, it's all gone rotten... ain't nothing left to inspect. You see, lettuce is a perishable item... like you two monkeys. You trade paint one more time, you so much as touch, I'm gonna Black Flag the two of you, and take apart your racecars for three-hundred laps. Then, if you pass inspection and you put your cars back together, I might let you back into the race. Now, just to show there's no hard feelings we're all gonna go out to dinner together.
- Cole Trickle: Well, I've got other plans.
- Rowdy Burns: Yeah, so do I!
- Big John: Well, you're gonna have to change them. And not only that you two are gonna drive to dinner together.
- Rowdy Burns: [after arriving at the hospital after the accident at Daytona] Go screw yourself.
- Dr. Claire Lewicki: What was that Mr. Burns?
- Rowdy Burns: I wouldn't tell you to do that, doc.
- Cole Trickle: [Rowdy stops the car] Well, you got me here. Now what?
- Rowdy Burns: Well here's how I see this deal. Since you agree I ain't gonna let you drive this car to dinner and I agree you ain't gonna let me drive this car to dinner, there's only one way to settle this.
- Cole Trickle: What are you talkin' about?
- [Rowdy looks at a car rental lot]
- Cole Trickle: Absolutely.
- Rowdy Burns: You run good.
- Cole Trickle: Thank you.
- Rowdy Burns: Now go get your own car and we'll see how you do in a crowd.
- Big John: You're late.
- Cole Trickle: We, uh, had, car trouble.
- Big John: What kind of car trouble?
- Cole Trickle: Uhhhhh...
- Rowdy Burns: I believe it was the radiator. Wasn't it, Cole?
- [grins]
- Cole Trickle: Yes, Rowdy, I believe it was.
- [returns grin]
- Cole Trickle: What'd you win this one for?
- [Points to a trophy]
- Cole Trickle: This one right here, what'd win this for?
- Rowdy Burns: Doesn't it say?
- Cole Trickle: Yeah, that's a Winston Cup, buddy. Hell, that's an easy one to forget. What's your name, or has that slipped your mind too?
- Rowdy Burns: Screw you, man.
- Cole Trickle: [Having run out of patience] Okay.
- [slams baseball bat against the pool table]
- Cole Trickle: We can go down there and fix your head or we can fix it right here! NOW, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?