![]() ![]() The economics, Formula 1, realities thereof. Like you said, condoms and cigarettes, vulgar, right? Hesketh: Right. Hunt: Well, so? We aren't looking for sponsorship. Hunt: Yes? Hesketh: Which elapsed at midnight last night and we didn't attract any. Time to start killing pheasants? Hesketh: Actually, it's the deadline for securing sponsorship for the forthcoming Formula 1 season. Hunt: Why? Hesketh: Do you have any idea of the significance of that date? Hunt: I don't know. ![]() What the hell's going on? Where is everybody? What's the matter? Lord Hesketh: Do you know what the date it is today? Hunt: Yes. There are no lengths to which I will not go and I mean it. James Hunt: Whatever it takes to beat that prick next year, just say it, your word is my command. Suzy Miller: Why don't they make it safer? James Hunt: The risk of death turns people on. Gemma: Which was? Hunt: I could show you if you'd like. Nurse Gemma: Why, what did you do? Hunt: Only what she asked me to do. He remains the only person I envied.ĭialogue James Hunt: I had a friendly disagreement with another driver about his wife. People always think of us as rivals but he was among the very few I liked and even fewer that I respected. When I heard he died age 45 of a heart attack, I wasn't surprised. When I saw him next in London, seven years later, me as a champion again, him as broadcaster, he was barefoot on a bicycle with a flat tire, still living each day like his last. I accept that every time I get into my car, there's 20% chance I could die and I could live with it, but not one percent more! And today with the rain, the risk is more. ![]()
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