Turbo

*chuckles*

Mom!

Little far from home, aren't ya, garden snail?

You've clearly got the skills to pay the bills... if snails had to pay bills, that is.

Can't Tuck!

White Shadoooww..

I'm fast, like a shadow.

Theo! What are you doing?

Theo, a snail cannot race in a competition meant for cars! There are rules.

No dream is too big, and no dreamer too small.

I, for one, believe that if the Indy 500 isn't going to put a limit on speed, then it shouldn't put a limit on spirit!

There comes a time in every race when a driver is forced to make that one, key, split-second decision. Fall behind, or push ahead. Take a chance and risk it all, or play it safe and suffer defeat.

Hi Chet. Ya gonna be my boyfriend? Ima call ya boo.

Hey, are you a robot?

Your're Fired!

Talk to your brother,Chet,or I will...

You don't understand. You're Fired!

Yep, but shadows, They're not inheretly fast.

I can still see you.

I have a life?

You got fancy magic super-powers?

Are you radioactive, homie?

I'm movin' so fast the whole world's going in slow motion, baby!

I think we got a crier here!

*squauks*