Talladega Nights: the Ballad of Ricky Bobby
Scripts.com Talladega Nights: The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby By Will Ferrell Page 1/75 -Guess how fast we're going now. -I don't care, I'm having a baby! Hundred and five miles an hour, you believe that? Reese, you just passed the hospital! -The baby's coming, he's coming now! -All right, all right, hold on. -Okay, but I think he might be stuck. -Grab onto something. Ready? One, two, three! It's a baby boy. I'm happy that Waffle House was okay with me coming here... ...to talk to y'all about my day-to-day. And, y'all, that's pretty much, in a shell... ...what it's like to manage a Waffle House. Ma'am, I don't know what else you want me to say to them. And I'm also gonna need to know where your commode's at. Okay, let's give him a round of applause. Thank you. Okay, next up is Ricky Bobby. Ricky, is your father here? No, ma'am. I haven't seen my daddy in years. But my mama say he's out racing cars... ...and, well, dipping his wick in anything that moves. Okay, kids, that's enough. We're gonna move on to Brennan. Don't pay them no mind, Ricky. Thanks, Cal. Shake and Bake. You'll be my best friend forever. --his job is like as a prison guard. Excuse me, darling. I'm Reese Bobby. I'm here for career day with my son, Ricky. -Dad! Page 2/75 -Hey there, boy! Man, you got big.
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