Fuck you. Press conference over.

Italian Journalist:

How are you feeling, Niki? Niki Lauda:
Fine. American Journalist:
Niki, can you confirm to us exactly which procedures you've had and the expectations for your recovery? Niki Lauda:
Sure. I had a skin graft operation, where they put half my right thigh in my face. Now it doesn't look too good, but one unexpected advantage is it's impossible to perspire through a skin graft, so sweat will never run into my eyes again, which is good for a driver. [laughter from the journalists] Spanish Journalist:
[Raises hand]
When they heard about your condition, Ferrari immediately hired a replacement driver, Carlos Reutemann. Niki Lauda:
Yeah. Before even reaching the hospital. German Journalist:
Is Reutemann driving today, too? Niki Lauda:
Yes, and keen to make an impression. So let's see where Mr. Reutemann finishes and where I finish today. American Journalist:
James Hunt and McLaren have caught up a lot while you were away. Niki Lauda:
Yes. So is there a question now, or are you just trying to piss me off? [laughter from the journalists] German Journalist:
Do you still think you can win? Niki Lauda:
Yes, of course. I have the better car. And possibly I'm the better driver. But he's a clever guy, and he's used his time well while I was lying half-dead in hospital... to win some points. British Journalish:
And what did your wife say when she saw your face? [Lauda pauses] Niki Lauda:
She said, 'Sweetie, you don't need a face to drive. You just need a right foot.' [laughter from the journalists] British Journalish:
I'm being serious. Do you really think your marriage can survive with the way you look now? Niki Lauda:
And I'm being serious, too. [Points at British journalist] Niki Lauda:
Fuck you. Press conference over. [Lauda gets up angrily and storms his way out of the Press conference]