Susan: "Do you wanna know why I think that you should race again?"
Ricky: "Sure, why?"
Susan: "Okay. It's because it's what you love, Ricky. It is who you were born to be. And here you sit, thinking. Well, Ricky Bobby is not a thinker. Ricky Bobby is a driver. He is a doer. And that's what you need to do. You don't need to think, you need to drive. You need to go out there, and you need to rev your engine. You need to fire it up and you need to grab hold of the line between speed and chaos and you need to wrestle it to the ground like a demon cobra. And then, when that fear rises up in your belly, you use it and you know that fear is powerful because it has been there for billions of years! And it is good, and you use it, and you ride it. You ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell and then you win, Ricky! You win! And you don't win for anybody else, you win for you. You know why? Because a man takes what he wants, he takes it all. And you're a man, aren't you? Aren't you?!"
Ricky: "Susan, I've never heard you talk like that. Are we about to get it on? Because I'm as hard as a diamond in an ice storm right now."