Cindy:
[after Clay shatters the rear windshield of Shawn's Monte Carlo with a baseball, Shawn steps out of his car and has a stare down with Clay and his gang. As Clay's gang approaches Shawn, Shawn brandishes a wrench in his hand, and they stop]
Why don't you nice boys let your cars do the talking?
Shawn Boswell:
I only race for pink slips.
Clay:
This car goes for 80 grand. What am I gonna do with a broken-ass piece of shit like that?
[Crowd howls while Shawn smiles at Clay]
Cindy:
How about me?
[Shawn and Clay stare at Cindy]
Cindy:
Winner gets... me.
[Shawn smiles. Clay spits]
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