Chet: If you'd just quit it with the speed stuff . . .
Turbo: I can't help it. It's in me.
Chet: No. It is not "in" you.
Turbo: Says who?
Chet: Nature. Mother Nature. Maybe you've heard of her? We all have our limitations, Theo. And the sooner you accept the dull, miserable reality of your existence, the happier you'll be.
Turbo: Wow. Aren't you just a little ray of sunshine?
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Chet: All my life, I've defended you, covered for you, stood up for you, apologized for you, and this is what I get in return. Dragged down with you on your sinking ship.
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Whiplash: Listen, garden snail, you clearly got the skills to pay the bills. If snails had to pay bills, that is. You would be able to pay them.
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Tito: Actually, I've been doing a lot of research, and there's nothing in the rules that says a snail can't enter the race.
Angelo: There's nothing that says this sponge can't enter the race either, but that doesn't mean it's ever gonna happen.
Tito: Millions of people watch that race. This could put us on the map, bro.
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Chet: You're right, you know. It is in you. it's always been in you. Now, I did not just face every fear known to snail-kind to come down here and watch you hide in your shell. I'm sitting on a crow, for crying out loud!