{ Fernando Horta } → Formula Duude

Horta (#27 driver): He hit me! he hit me!
Earl (#27 crew): No, no, he didn’t slam you, he didn’t bump you, he didn’t nudge you… he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin’.
Horta (#27 driver): Well, at least the idiot waited for me.

Donatellofson (#29 crew): You need to push, go faster!
Labonie (#29 crew): I'm-a-pushing, like-a-hell.
Donatellofson (#29 crew): Sure you are. NOT!

Labonie (#29 driver): I have a strange feeling with the car, that's why i spun.
Donatellofson (#29 crew): Or maybe is it because you suck, you know? Just saying.

Race Director to car #27: I'm giving you a warning for cutting the track, keep it between the white lines.
Horta (#27 driver): What lines? It's all a blur.

Donatellofson (#29 crew): Hey, you could let us know when you're pitting, it might make our job easier.
Labonie (#29 driver): Yeah, on the other hand, i don't want to make it too easy for you.

Horta (#27 driver): Why do i have to drive through?
ToeJam (#27 crew): It's not a drive through, it's a stop-and-jam, i mean, stop-and-go, hitops.

Earl (#27 crew): Amazing drive mate, fantastic race Lius.
Horta (#27 driver): Who is Lius? I'm Horta, you stupid fat alien.
Earl (#27 crew): I'm not fat, i'm big funkin'.