Death Race Quotes

Nasty Teller: Cash or check?
Jensen Ames: Better make it cash.
[teller hands Jensen some money]
Jensen Ames: Three hundred dollars? I've worked a hundred and twenty hours in the last two weeks.
Nasty Teller: Cash fee. Next!
Jensen Ames: Cash fee?
Nasty

Teller: You wanted cash, there's a fee. You want a check instead?
Jensen Ames: Seeing as how the company's out of business, not exactly.

Hennessey: This prison is the home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. The United States Penal System sends me the worst of the worst. But the men you've provoked, well, let's just say Mr. Ames that the life term you've joined us for may be a lot shorter than you think.
Jensen Ames: I understand tradition. Shuffling up the new guy,

having an ass slapping good time up my butthole...
[Jensen is hit in the side by Ulrich]
Hennessey: Foul language... is an issue... for me. While looking over your record, I couldn't help noticing your occupational history. It seems you have some talent behind the wheel. Out of curiosity, when was the last time you raced?
Jensen Ames: It's

been a while. I lost my license.
Hennessey: What if I could help you?
Jensen Ames: Get my license back?
Hennessey: I had something else in mind. You're familiar with the Death Race, and the driver the fans call Frankenstein. A man so disfigured by crashes that he's forced to wear a mask. His return to the track is highly

anticipated, and therein lies my problem. No one knows yet, but poor Frank died on an operating table not long after his last race. Anyone can wear the mask, but not just anyone can drive the car. You have the skills required to keep the legend alive. I want you to become Frankenstein.
Jensen Ames: No thanks. He's dead. Why don't you just tell the truth?

Hennessey: The audience wants to see Frank again. He moves them. Inspires them. And in this world that's not easy to come by.
Jensen Ames: What makes you think for a second I would risk my life doing this for you?
Hennessey: Win five races, you go free. Those are the rules, and Frank has won four. Win one more, you walk. Call it

intuition, but I don't think you belong in here with the rest of these animals.
Jensen Ames: I might surprise you.
Hennessey: The race is Friday, and I need your decision. You're a skilled driver. You're chances are good. I'm offering you your freedom, Mr. Ames. If it's not worth risking your life for, what is?

Jensen Ames: So where's the ammo?
Gunner: We get that on race day.
Jensen Ames: Pity.
Coach: Yeah, everyone thinks that... the first time.
Jensen Ames: Thinks what?
Coach: About turning the guns on the guards. About escaping.
Jensen Ames:

No, I wasn't thinking that.
Coach: Well I'm glad, because Hennessey's got electric kill switches on all the guns on all the cars. And all the guard towers are fortified, and their guns are bigger than your guns. Oh, did I mention the helicopters and also the fact that we're on an island here a mile from the nearest shoreline? The only way in or out of here is on that one

skinny bridge you came in on.

Jensen Ames: [threatening to eject Case from the Monster] Did you kill the old Frank?
Case: I sabotaged his rear weapons.
Jensen Ames: Why?
Case: Hennessey. She said she'd sign my release papers. It's my life back.
Jensen Ames: You killed him too.
Case: I didn't

kill him. He wouldn't quit! I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't win.
Jensen Ames: Why would Hennessey want that?
Case: To keep Frank here, racing.
Jensen Ames: And yesterday?
Case: I was trying to set you back.
Jensen Ames: So, I'm not supposed to win either. Just make it

exciting.

Coach: Tomorrow morning you'll meet your navigator Case. She'll help you navigate the course, reload your weapons, and help with the running of the car.
Jensen Ames: I'd love to talk to her ahead of time before the race.
Gunner: Yeah, I'd like a big-tittied girl to lick peanut butter off my toes, but it ain't gonna happen. This is

still a prison, man. She's a chick. They get bussed in from the women's facility upstate.
Coach: It's all about ratings. Fast cars, pretty women...
Gunner: Machine Gun Joe's the only one that has male navigators, 'cause he's gay.
Lists: A-a-actually it's because he goes through them so fast, and a-a-audience gets squeamish.

Gunner: Yeah he goes through them... through their ass.
Coach: He cuts each kill into his skin as a souvenir, I hear.

On Screen Text: [first lines, the text that appears on screen] 2012 - The United States economy collapses.
On Screen Text: Unemployment hits a record high.
On Screen Text: Crime rates spiral out of control. The prison system reaches breaking point.
On Screen Text: PRIVATE CORPORATIONS now run all correctional facilities for profit.
On Screen Text: TERMINAL ISLAND

Penitentiary streams a series of Cage Fights live on the Internet.
On Screen Text: Prisoners fight to the Death, creating a ratings sensation.
On Screen Text: They are the new Gladiators and Terminal Island is their Coliseum.
On Screen Text: But like the mob of ancient Rome, the modern audience soon becomes bored.
On Screen Text: They demand more...
On Screen

Text: DEATH RACE is born.

Coach: Who's the new guy?
Lists: Jensen Ames.
Gunner: The driver?
Coach: Never heard of him.
Gunner: Oh yeah. I saw him race years ago. He was good. He did some time upstate. Killed his career.
Lists: [reading from notebook] Holder of the fastest laps at Willard,

Union, and Butler.
Coach: [seeing prisoners approach Jensen] I hope he's as fast off the track as he is on it.