Mr. Ford. Gentlemen. Shelby. Give me one reason why I don't fire everyone associated with...

[Shelby enters Henry II's office while a secretary hands Henry II a red folder] Carroll Shelby: Mr. Ford. Gentlemen. Henry Ford II: Shelby. [Henry II signals Shelby to move to the couch near him] Henry Ford II: Give me one reason why I don't fire everyone associated with this abomination starting with you. [pause, as Beebe picks up the red folder] Carroll Shelby: Well, sir... I was thinking about that very question as I sat out there in your lovely waiting room. [Shelby sits down] Carroll Shelby: As I was sitting there... I watched that little red folder right there go through four pairs of hands... before it got to you. 'Course that doesn't include the 22 or so other Ford employees who probably poked at it before it made its way up to the 19th floor. All due respect, sir, you can't win a race by committee. You need one man in charge. Now, the good news, as I see it, is that even with all the extra weight, we still manage to put old Mr. Ferrari exactly where we want him. Henry Ford II: Did we? Carroll Shelby: Oh, yes. Henry Ford II: Expand. Carroll Shelby: Well... sure, we hadn't... We haven't worked out how to corner yet. Or stay cool. Or stay on the ground. And a lot of stuff broke. In fact, the only thing that didn't break was the brakes. Hell, right now, we don't even know if our paint job will last the whole 24 hours. [pause] Carroll Shelby: But our last lap... we clocked 218 miles an hour down the Mulsanne Straight. Now, in all his years of racing... old Enzo ain't never seen anything move that fast. And now he knows, without a doubt, we're faster than he is. Even with the wrong driver... and all the committees. And that's what he's thinking about while he's sitting in Modena, Italy, right now. That man is scared to death... that this year, you actually might be smart enough to start trusting me. So, yeah. I say you got Ferrari exactly where you want him. You're welcome. [Henry II looks at Shelby and gets up, grabbing the red folder from Beebe and walking towards his windows] Henry Ford II: Come here. [Shelby approaches Henry II] Henry Ford II: See that little building down there? In World War II, three out of five U.S. bombers rolled off that line. You think Roosevelt beat Hitler? Think again. This isn't the first time Ford Motor's gone to war in Europe. We know how to do more than push paper. And there is one man running this company. You report to him. You understand me? Carroll Shelby: Yes, sir. Henry Ford II: Go ahead, Carroll. Go to war. Carroll Shelby: Thank you, sir.