Rats Race/Transcript

Tommy: Come on, guys, we'll make popcorn, grab some sodas, and figure this thing out. It'll be fun.

Harold: Can we get in our PJs and tickle each other?

Tommy:"Uh... no.

Charlotte: It's a genetic thing. That and your mustache problem, but we can get that fixed.

Angelica: (About Harold) That skunk! All that hard work, and he's the one who gets to go to Paris, France.

Tommy: You mean Paris, Texas. The finals are in Texas.

Angelica: Texas? You mean I risked my life for a trip to America's dust bowl?!

Tommy: Hey, not so rough. You're gonna strip the screw.

Chuckie: You do it, then! I'm going home to bed. But first, I'm going to have some cereal.

Angelica: (About Tommy and the others' car) You call that a car? I wouldn't let my worst enemies race in that deathtrap. Oh, wait a minute - they are.

Charlotte: If you really want to win, baby, you're going to need to build the fastest machine on the road. You'll need to raise capital.

Angelica: Capital?! As in money? I don't know how to raise money.

Charlotte: That's what Momma's here for. I'm going to teach you how to take an aggressive, take-no-prisoners approach. My little girl's going to have the best car somebody else's money can buy.

Harold: Hey, guys. Holy mayhem - Phil crashed the car already?!

Tommy: We haven't figured out how it goes together yet. Chuckie: (Looking at soap box derby car diagram upside-down) Not a clue. (Tommy flips it right-side up)

Chuckie: Thanks, Tommy. Still no clue.

Phil: This much money just to crash a car?

Chuckie: I'm out. Or was I already out? I forget.

Chuckie: I'm going to go, Tommy. We've got a race to enter, cars to build. Phil: That we can crash?

Tommy, Chuckie, & Dil: No!

Tommy: (About Angelica) She's been doing things like this my whole life! I'm sick of it!

Chuckie: Ah, don't take it personally, Tommy. It's just a cousin thing.

Dil: She's my cousin, too, but she's really nice to me. She was totally there for me on my quest for the lost city of Atlantis.

Tommy: Well, that must be why she dunked you in the pool for so long.

Tommy: (About a soapbox derby car) Imagine taking this puppy down Nosebleed Hill. Phil: And crashing it?

Tommy: No, sailing past the finish line in front of the entire town.

Chuckie: The only thing standing between us and this race is building one of these cars.

Phil: And crashing it?!

Chuckie: No.

Phil: What's the fun in racing if you don't walk away unscathed from a wall of flames?