One race, twenty percent, you'll say forty, I'll say thirty. Yes or no?

Burton Colt:

How you've changed. Last time I saw you, you were gonna whip my ass with whatever it by-god takes. Now you want a job. Elroy Jackson Jr.:
[about Colt's racing trophy]
Two questions: how long's it been since you won that thing, and do you want more? Burton Colt:
Your manners haven't changed. Elroy Jackson Jr.:
I don't want no job, neither. I work for nothin', take fifty percent of the prize money. Burton Colt:
To begin with, I hire drivers on *my* terms. Elroy Jackson Jr.:
And end up nowhere. Burton Colt:
Where do you get off being so goddamn snotty? Elroy Jackson Jr.:
I know my potential. So do you. Burton Colt:
One race, twenty percent, you'll say forty, I'll say thirty. Yes or no?