Speed Racer

Trixie: Cool beans.

Trixie: Oh my god, was that a ninja?

Pops Racer: More like a NON-ja. Terrible what passes for a ninja these days.

Trixie: Since when did winning become so important?

Speed: It is important. You gotta win if you want to keep driving, and that's what I want to do. It's the only thing I really know how to do.

Trixie: That's not true.

Speed: Come on, I wouldn't have made it out of high school without your help.

Trixie: Okay, that's true.

Trixie: [seeing Speed in a formal suit] Hubba-hubba!

Trixie: [while watching race from above] Move it, Speed! It's getting ugly out there!

Trixie: Three, four, ready for more.

Mom: Distracted?

Speed's Teacher: No, that's not exactly right. Your son seems to be interested in only one thing. All he talks about, all he seems capable of thinking about, is automobile racing.

Mom: Well, you know, his father designs racing cars.

Speed's Teacher: And where is your husband?

Mom: Working. He couldn't be here.

Speed's Teacher: Perhaps the apple hasn't fallen very far from the tree.

Mom: Do you remember the day that you rolled the car? How upset I was?

Speed: [laughing a little] I remember. Rex said the only reason we survived was because I was wearing those red socks.

Mom: [catching Spritle playing with his chimp in the living room] Hey, what are you two doing?

Spritle: Nothing.

Mom: Was that the same nothing that broke my last couch?

Spritle: No, that was a totally different nothing.

Mom: [to Speed] We just have to stick together... and something good will happen. You'll see.