Denny: The car goes where the eyes go.
Enzo: He picked me out of a pile of pups, a tangled mass of paws and tails. He'd stopped at the farm on his way home from the speedway at Yakima. Even back then, I knew I was different than other dogs. My soul just felt more human.
Denny: And what if I don't win?
Don Kitch: There's no dishonor in losing the race, there's only dishonor in not racing because you're afraid to lose.