Maximum Overdrive

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Honey, come on over here, sugar buns!

This machine just called me an a**hole!

I knock.

Jesus Christ, do you|know how to play this game?

Sure!

Well, then, why don't|you make your last draw?

The bridge is going up!

It can't be! That light was green!|- Stop!

What the f***!

Look out!

Far out!

It's gonna bump!

The light's green. The|cross bar never went down.

You goddamn stupid a**hole!

Can't you see we've|got a situation here?

So, you get Mickey mantle|over to the baseball game?

You go on and joke all you want.

He hit three balls over the fence.|Once of 'em must've gone 250 feet.

Holy God, look at that thing!

I'll get it.

Handy, you son-of-a-b*tch! I thought|you was down in Texas.

No, that was last week.

You like that?

That's some rig, alright.|- Give her a big drink.

I gotta have some coffee.|- Right.

Hey, men.|- Handy.

This damn thing!

What's the matter?

Well, this thing was workin'|just fine a few minutes ago...

...and now I can't get|pea-turkey on it.

Do you wanna bring me a coffee when|you get done jerkin' on that thing?

Robinson.

Robinson, get in here, boy.

I got eggs on!

I don't give a lady bug!|I want you in here now!

Wanda, shut that radio off and|mind them eggs for Billy!

Your mama!

Steve Gayton, Mr. Hendershot,|Duncan Keller's had an accident.

Sh*t! What happened to him?

He got diesel in his eyes.|I'll be damned if I know how.

Is that all? Flush|his eyes. Leave me alone.

I got me some talkin' to do in here. I|gotta wipe everybody's ass around here.

Shitty job, but I reckon somebody's|gotta do it. Ain't that right, Bubba?

No. Lemme, lemme get this straight now.

You want me to work for nine hours...

...and only clock in for eight?

I know you've been to college, boy.

Screw that... not this kid.

You know what that|star means, don't you?

You ain't that obtuse, are you?|Parole, boy!

Your ass belongs to me or it|belongs to the state of North Carolina.

You've got one hell of a|racket goin' here, ain't you?

Put that back in the rack|for me on your way by, would you?

Thank you, Bubba.

Sh*t!

Wanda, honey, you want me|to get that cup of coffee myself?

Bill!

It's getting' outta hand in here!

You ain't talkin' about me,|are you honey?

Jesus Christ!

Those eggs comin'|pony express or what?

Just a minute, Sir!

It's biting me! Make it stop!|- What is?

That knife! That knife!

Quick, quick a rag!|Somebody give me a rag!

That knife go rabid on you,|sweet thing?

It turned it motor on and it bit me.

Short circuit, maybe.|- There it goes again!

It's on again!

It's still goin'!

Look at that sucker! Nail it!

Now what?

Safe!

Come on, sodas! I'm buyin'!

You guys can help me|pick stuff up, y'know?

No sodas!

What the hell?

Sh*t!

Coach, are you okay?

Come on, coach!

You'd better give up, sugar pie.

I haven't been able to get something|since half an hour or so.

I must have a broken antenna|or something.

By the moment the information...

How far you goin'|up the road, sugar pie?

It depends on how long you|can keep your hands to yourself.

What's that, sweet thing?|I didn't quite catch it.

I said, I don't really know.|- Just driftin', huh?

I know what it's like. I've been|driftin' myself now for about 10 years.

When I started in this business,|about eight years ago...

Right after I got outta the army...|- I got somethin'.

I bet you did.

broke down.

are pouringing over wire services.

bulletins as they come in.

repeat this urgent message.

If you are near a major highway...

Get away at!

Sh*t!|- What's wrong there, sweet thing?

Go in there.

If you don't get your hand off my|leg you're gonna be wipin' your ass...

...with a hook the next time|you take a dump.

I swear I never heard no|talk like that when I was a boy.

What the hell are you doing, girl?|What's the matter with you?

Lordy, Lordy, girl!|You goin' crazy or somethin'?

Did you hear anything that man said?

Are you... are you on something?

Oh, Jesus!|- Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Don't you go walkin'|away from me like that!

You come back here, girl!

Come back here and listen to me!|- Sweeten my shorts!

I swear, sometimes I think this old|world forgot what good manners is!

Here I go, give you a|ride in my brand new car...

...and look at the|garbage comin' outta your mouth!

Do you know what I think?|I think it's a damn!

Look at what that|stuff does to people!

The whole civilization is|about to make them fall.

You think the newspapers|are any better?

You know it ain't newspapers that are|gonna save this world or even tv!

I'm tellin' you right here and now as|far as I said, all that's...

...from the son, Jesus!|- It ain't full yet!

Shepherd, I shall not want!

Jesus, what the hell happened here?|- I don't know.

What in the dickens|is goin' on around here?

That's a damn good question, isn't it?

That was your rig, wasn't it, Handy?|- Yeah.

Well then, who was drivin' it?|- I don't know.

But he must've been|a hot-wire champion.

Hell's bells!

We gotta get some gas.

Well, that's good 'cause|I gotta go to the ladies.

Can I come in and watch?

No, you cannot come in and watch.

Ouch! Shoot!

Did you see?|- What, honey?

Never mind.

Oh, Jesus!

Curt!

Curtis!

Is he dead?

Great God!

I need some ethyl.

Curt, I don't like this!

Curtis!

Are you dead?

Sh*t!

My God.

Get in right now!

Go! Go! Go!

The other way! The other way!

Come on, honey!

You stop that yelling! You know|I can'ty drive when you shout at me!

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