Death Race 2000 | 1975

Frankenstein has just been attacked by the French air force,

and he's whipped their derri�res.

His point total for this one'll be something astronomical.

Machine Gun Joe better watch out.

Right on schedule.

Hey, what happened?

I slipped you a 30-minute sleepex.

Didn't want you doing something we would both regret.

Did they attack us?

According to the radio, we were attacked by the French air force.

Was the plane shot down?

Even those Swiss doctors couldn't have helped them.

I'm sorry. I know they were your people. But I can't let anything stop me now.

They didn't expect you to give up easily.

They were prepared for whatever happened.

Oh, my God, you've been hit!

I'll make it.

I'm sorry things worked out this way.

It's not over yet.

I'm afraid it is.

Hey!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

It doesn't make any difference what happens to me.

That is the dumbest, sorriest thing I've ever heard you say.

I don't believe you've got a drop of Thomasina Paine's blood in your body.

The minute things get rough, you close your eyes and try to drive us off a cliff.

If you'd just stop trying to kill me for a minute, I need your help.

How can you possibly expect me to help you?

You're my navigator.