Ricky Bobby: You sick sons of bitches. I mean you walk in that door, on your two legs...all fat and cocky and lookin' at me in my chair. And you tell me its all in my head? I hope that both of you have sons... Handsome, beautiful, articulate sons, who are talented and star athletes and they have their legs taken away. I mean I pray you know that pain and that hurt.
Lucius Washington: [enraged] Don't you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby! Don't you put that on us! You are NOT paralyzed!
Ricky Bobby: This sticker is dangerous and inconvenient, but I do love Fig Newtons.