Ford v Ferrari Quotes

[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.

[Henry II starts crying after Shelby gives him a ride in the Ford GT40 Mk II]
Carroll Shelby: Mr. Ford? Are you okay?
[Henry II continues to sob]
Carroll Shelby: Mr. Ford? You all right?
Henry Ford II: I had no idea.
[pause]
Henry Ford II: I had no idea. I wish my daddy... He were alive to

see this. To feel this.
Carroll Shelby: This is not a machine that just anybody can get in and easily control.
Henry Ford II: Absolutely not. I had no idea.
Carroll Shelby: Now, you want to win Le Mans. You really want to take first place, Ken Miles is the man to do it.
[pause]
Carroll Shelby:

Now he knows this car 'cause he helped me build it.
Henry Ford II: Shelby, you know I've already appointed Leo Beebe Director of Racing.
Carroll Shelby: Which is exactly why I'm talking to you. Now you let Ken Miles race Daytona. If he wins, he gets to drive Le Mans.
Henry Ford II: And if he doesn't?
Carroll

Shelby: Ford Motor Company to get full ownership of Shelby American. Lock, stock, and brand... forever.

Carroll Shelby: Bulldog.
Ken Miles: Huh?
Carroll Shelby: You know who that was I was just talking to?
Ken Miles: Bill.
Carroll Shelby: Before that.
Ken Miles: No.
Carroll Shelby: It was Dieter Voss.
Ken Miles: Who's

that?
Carroll Shelby: He runs Porsche, Ken. It's a little German car company. Maybe you heard of it.
Ken Miles: All right.
Carroll Shelby: He wanted you to drive at Sebring. But he heard you were difficult.
[Miles sighs]
Ken Miles: I thought we felt the same way about, uh, Germans.
[Ken

turns around to work on his Cobra]
Carroll Shelby: Do you like losing, Ken?
Ken Miles: Excuse me?
Carroll Shelby: Oh, you heard me.
Ken Miles: I don't lose.
Carroll Shelby: Without sponsors, you get no car, Ken. And last I checked, the professionals all have a car.

Ken Miles: Shel!
Carroll Shelby: You cannot win the SCCA without one. If you're not winning, you are losing.
Ken Miles: Don't make me lamp this at your head.
Carroll Shelby: Did you bring your son all the way out here to watch you get disqualified or just act like a jackass?
[Miles throws his wrench at

Shelby, breaking the windshield of his Cobra]
Carroll Shelby: Well, that answers that.

[Henry Ford II enters the assembly plant]
Henry Ford II: Shut it down, Mr. Beebe.
[Beebe turns around and faces the head engineer]
Leo Beebe: John.
[head engineer nods and shuts down the assembly line]
Henry Ford II: Hear that? That's the sound of the Ford Motor Company out of business.
[Henry II walks

around]
Henry Ford II: IN 1899, my grandfather, Henry 'By God' Ford, was walking home from Edison Illumination after working a double shift. He was ruminating. That morning, he had himself an idea that changed the world. Sixty-five years, and 47 million automobiles later, what shall be his legacy? Getting it in the tail pipe from a Chevy Impala.
[workers chuckle]

Henry Ford II: Here's what I want you to do. Walk home.
[workers go silent]
Henry Ford II: While you're walking, I want you to ruminate. Man comes to my office with an idea, that man keeps his job. Rest of you, second-best losers... stay home. You don't belong at Ford.

[Shelby parks near Miles' house. He grabs a wrench and approaches the house]
Mollie Miles: Peter! Peter, come and take the garbage out.
Peter Miles: Mr. Shelby?
[Shelby turns around]
Carroll Shelby: Oh, hello, Pete.
Peter Miles: I remember that wrench. My dad threw it at you.

Carroll Shelby: I believe he did.
Peter Miles: Why?
Carroll Shelby: Oh.
[removes sunglasses]
Carroll Shelby: I think I probably said something to him. Called him a few names.
Peter Miles: That's right.
[pause]
Peter Miles: Do you wanna speak to my

mum?
Carroll Shelby: Well, I dd. Uh... I came to say hello, check in on her and...
[sighs]
Carroll Shelby: Then I started thinking that sometimes... uh, words... just... ar-are not useful.
[pause]
Carroll Shelby: Tools are useful 'cause you can make stuff with 'em and you can fix stuff with 'em. Here.

[Shelby gives Peter the wrench]
Peter Miles: Thanks.
[pause]
Carroll Shelby: Your daddy was, uh...
Peter Miles: He was your friend.
[pause]
Carroll Shelby: Yes, he was. Yes, sir.
[pause]
Carroll Shelby: And he thought you was just finer than frog fur.

Mollie Miles: Peter!
Peter Miles: I think I've gotta go help my mum.
Carroll Shelby: What are you doing here then? Go on.
Peter Miles: Bye.
[Peter rides his bicycle back to the house as Mollie looks at Shelby]

[Miles works on his Shelby Cobra while an SCCA Official loads a fuel cell in the trunk and is unable to shut the trunk lid]
Ken Miles: You all right?
SCCA Official: Paragraph 15.4, section 2b of the SCCA standard dictates all AF cars must have minimum trunk space of 20 inches by 12 inches by six inches. Your trunk doesn't close. Ergo car fails

standard.
Ken Miles: Wait, wait, wait. What?
SCCA Official: Ergo car is disqualified from said Class A competition.
Ken Miles: Hold on a second. No, no, no. Look, look, look. Can I ask you a question, all right? When you were a little boy, did you think, 'When I grow up, I want to go to the fabled Willow Springs Raceway, and I

want to enforce paragraph 15.4, section 2b of the SCCA regulations on luggage capacity'? Did you?
SCCA Official: All right, that's it. I'm ruling you and your team disqualified from this race.
[SCCA official places a sticker on the hood]