[Miles continues to argue with the SCCA Official over the trunk space of his Cobra]
Ken Miles:
How is that even possible? Is he putting boxes in their trunk? Is he, mate? Hey! Jim! Is he putting his bloody carryall in your trunk?
SCCA Official:
Discretionary infraction.
[Miles pulls out the handbook]
Ken Miles:
Nothing in there about my trunk and your lovely little portmanteau.
SCCA Official:
You're holding the '62 edition of the SCCA.
[Miles puts down the book and removes the sticker off his hood and places it on the SCCA Official's jacket]
Ken Miles:
And you can stick this bloody sticker where the sun don't shine!
Carroll Shelby:
Hey. Hey, Bill. What seems to be the problem, Bill?
Ken Miles:
The problem is that Bill here is an arsehole.
Carroll Shelby:
No, he doesn't mean that.
Ken Miles:
Oh, yes, he does. Yes, he does. No, he really does think that Bill is an arsehole.
SCCA Official:
I'm just doing my job here.
Carroll Shelby:
Hang on. Bill, Bill, Bill. In my experience, there is... listen to me. Something like this, there's always a middle ground. All right? Now, Ken's outta line.
SCCA Official:
And I'm just doing my job.
Carroll Shelby:
I understand you are. You know how he gets on a race day. You know that. All right? But you're not gonna DQ us over a trunk.
[Miles grabs a hammer, opens his trunk and starts beating the inside of the trunk lid until it fits the fuel cell]
Ken Miles:
Happy, Bill?
Carroll Shelby:
Bill, I'll handle it. I'll talk to him. I'll talk to him. You just go and have a great day.
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