The Cannonball Run Page #2

I'm terribly sorry, Mother...

but you know too much.

You see, in my business...

even the deepest family relationships

aren't worth a farthing.

Farthing, schmarthing.

Zie gezunt, Mama.

Where did I go wrong?

You know something, Mama?

You're too jewish.

Of course, we could always go

with a nice, plain- jane Chevy...

with a truckload

of Sidewinder missiles.

J. J., maybe you should slow this down

just a little bit.

- I can't hear you.

- I said, you're making waves.

- You're bothering the people.

- What the hell does going too fast...

got to do with being

in the Cannonball?

J. J., you're making very big waves.

How are ya?

You guys are lucky.

You tore the heck out of that boat.

- You all right, Victor?

- Oh, I'm fine,j.j.

It only hurts when I point.

You know, maybe

it would've been better...

if you didn't pay

so much attention to those girls.

- Nobody's perfect.

- That's true.

Nobody's perfect...

but him.

Sorry.

How far is it

to the hospital?

- About ten miles.

- Oh, yeah?

How long will it take us

to get there?

About four or five minutes.

You can smoke through traffic like

shot through a gun in this thing.

Camel.

Not the Camel, schmuck. Winston.

Starting tomorrow, you and George

will be riding in the car with me.

Yes, sir.

How goes your driving, my brother?

Allah be praised, dear sister.

My speed is rivaled only by

the lightning bolts from the heavens.

And I suppose you still intend

to go through that race...

with the infidel Americans.

Cannonball will fall...

to the forces of Islam!

My dear sister, I pledge it!

Drink! Drink!

- The car will be there, correct?

- Yes, Mr. Compton.

Don't forget to cancel

the board meeting on Monday.

I'm going to spend a week

in Spain at the castle.

- Yes, Mr. Compton.

- I want you to find an old friend...

a Mr. Shakey Finch.

He is the finest long- distance

motorcycle rider in this nation.

- You got it?

- Yes, Mr. Compton.

Mr. Compton, the board has asked me

to express their concern one more time.

- Please reconsider.

- Not possible, Arthur.

The board will have to permit me

this one indulgence...

to my ego.

I've gotta be free

I've gotta be me

To live

Got to be free

- Boy, ain't he something?

- Are you kidding?

That is the dumbest thing I've seen

since that dimwit...

tried to jump the Grand Canyon.

He's still on our ass.

I don't think...

I don't think...

I don't think he's a brother either.

Don't you worry, son.

I'm gonna lose him up here at the motel.

Hey, I remember.

There's a spot...

There's a spot right in back...

and it's a perfect spot to hide.

All right. Wonderful, wonderful.

- Take... Take...

- Left.

Oh, hell. Take a left.

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