DALE: Me and my Mason 5000 will do 20 laps around the track at speeds approaching 12 miles an hour. I've chosen you three to be my pit crew. HANK: Pit crew? Stuff that, mister. If there's organized mower racing, I'm in. BILL: Me, too. BOOMHAUER: Dang ol' eat my dust, Gribble. DALE: Fine. You're all fired from my pit crew. So unless you plan on buying Mason 5000's between now and race day and not having them anonymously vandalized, plan on losing. Hank: Dale, it's the man,not the machine that wins races and I'll this to you, and to you and to you: I am the man.