Zachery Ty Bryan: Clay
Cindy : [as Shawn approaches his Monte Carlo at the high school parking lot, a red Viper is parked next to him. Sitting on the Viper is Cindy, who is polishing her toenails] Nice car.
Shawn Boswell : It does the job.
Cindy : Doing what? Delivering pizzas?
Shawn Boswell : It's not the ride, it's the rider.
Clay : [Clay sees Cindy talking to Shawn] You talking to my girl?
Shawn Boswell : She was just admiring my ride.
Clay : That? My grandma's Buick can smoke that piece of shit trailer trash !
Shawn Boswell : What about your daddy's Viper?
Clay : [Clay pauses, then chuckles] This beast's got 500-horsepower and a Borla exhaust system. It does 0-60 in what, 4.3 seconds?
Shawn Boswell : Wow. You can read the brochure.
[Shawn enters his Monte Carlo and drives off. Clay then throws a baseball at the Monte Carlo, shattering the rear window]
Cindy : [after Clay shatters the rear windshield of Shawn's Monte Carlo with a baseball, Shawn steps out of his car and has a stare down with Clay and his gang. As Clay's gang approaches Shawn, Shawn brandishes a wrench in his hand, and they stop] Why don't you nice boys let your cars do the talking?
Shawn Boswell : I only race for pink slips.
Clay : This car goes for 80 grand. What am I gonna do with a broken-ass piece of shit like that?
[Crowd howls while Shawn smiles at Clay]
Cindy : How about me?
[Shawn and Clay stare at Cindy]
Cindy : Winner gets... me.
[Shawn smiles. Clay spits]