Maximum Overdrive

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Honey, come on over here, sugar buns!

This machine just called me an asshole!

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*ck!

Look out!

Far out!

It's gonna bump!

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

You goddamn stupid asshole!

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-bitch! 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.

Shit! 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.

Shit!

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?

Shit!

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!

Shit!|- 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...

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