You know, you come home every day and expect your wife to be there, your friends cheering you on, and your dog to come, jumping up and licking your face. But they won't always be there Mickey! This pristine house you call home is no more home than that abandoned farmhouse on Anderson Avenue, or the broken down car near Cedar Ridge. Home is what you make of it Mickey, and now that you've abandoned your home you can't go anywhere, you can't do anything because you're a hollowed out shell of a man with no one to turn to! You can't race today, you're beat. You know it, I know it, the whole goddamn town knows it! Mickey, for the love of everything holy, please, please, I'm begging you, call it off.
New Years? They say it's for new beginings... I don't buy that. I see people celebrating, getting drunk, enjoying themselves... and I think, "For what?" I don't have the answer, and I doubt that they do. But then I say to myself, "Ben? These people are enjoying themselves and there's no law against that." And you know what? That's reason enough to celebrate.