Ford v Ferrari
Ford v Ferrari

[During the Ford-Ferrari negotiations, Enzo Ferrari receives a message from Fiat. He begins to ask Iacocca questions in Italian]
Ford Italian Translator - Gary: 'Only one small question. It concerns my race program.'
[Enzo speaks in Italian]
Ford Italian Translator - Gary: 'If I wish to race Le Mans, and you do not wish for me to race Le

Mans... do we or do we not go?'
[Iacocca gets up]
Lee Iacocca: Look, in that highly unlikely scenario... if, uh, we just can't agree... then, yes. I mean, no. You are correct. You do not go.
[Enzo's translator explains, but he stops her. He then gives Iacocca some scathing words in Italian]
Ford Italian Translator - Gary: 'My integrity

as a constructor, as a man, as an Italian, is deeply insulted by your proposal.'
[Enzo gets up and puts on his jacket]
Ford Italian Translator - Gary: 'Go back to Michigan. Back to your big, ugly factory. Back to your big, ugly factory, making its ugly, little cars.'
[Enzo approaches Iacocca while speaking]
Ford Italian Translator -

Gary: 'Tell your pigheaded boss that all his, uh, smug executives are worthless sons of whores.'
Enzo Ferrari: [in English] Tell him he's not Henry Ford. He's Henry Ford II.
[Enzo turns to his associates]
Enzo Ferrari: [in Italian] I'm starving. Let's go eat.

Ford v Ferrari
Ford v Ferrari

[Henry Ford II reads the newspaper headline of Fiat buying Ferrari before dropping the paper and picking up his glass to pour a drink]
Leo Beebe: He played us. Old Man Enzo had no intention of selling to us. He used us to up his price, embarrass our company and insult your leadership. It was a bad idea from the start.
[Henry II approaches his executives]

Henry Ford II: What exactly did he say?
[pause, as Henry II takes a drink]
Lee Iacocca: He said Ford makes ugly little cars, and we make 'em... in an ugly factory. He said our executives are sons of whores.
[Henry II approaches Iacocca]
Henry Ford II: About me?
Lee Iacocca: He called you fat,

sir. Pigheaded.
Henry Ford II: Go on.
Lee Iacocca: He said you're not Henry Ford. You're Henry Ford II.
[Henry II stares at Iacocca before walking back to his desk]
Henry Ford II: I want the best engineers. The best drivers. I don't care what it costs. We're gonna build a race car...
[Henry II finishes his drink

and puts down his glass]
Henry Ford II: And we're gonna bury that goddamn greasy wop 100 feet deep under the finish line at Le Mans. And I will be there to watch it.