Maximum Overdrive Page #3

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...at the Dixie Boy! God dammit,|Rusty, come on in, boy!

Spread it on the ground next to him.

Hurry up, man!

Jesus, he's starting to draw flies.

What the hell are you doing in there?

Changing.

That salesman had his hands|all over me and he's dead now.

I don't like the smell of him on me.|I don't like it.

Jesus!

For chrissake, don't just stay there.|He's dripping all over my floor.

Get him outta here!|- Come on, man. Come on.

What the hell are you|guys looking at?

Nothing.|- That's right. Nothing.

Well then, go look|at it somewhere else.

Okay.

Goddamn things got no right to|be running through this depot.

Where are they going, Curtis?

I don't know.

Greensboro, maybe. Maybe Charlotte.

Why?

Don't know.

Try the radio again.

I think I've just loaded my pants.

Curt.

Curtis, it's coming after us!

My God, Curtis. It's gonna bump us!

Mom, please talk to me!

Hang on!

Curtis, I knew I never should|let you drive again.

Curtis, make him stop following us!

Curtis, what is going on?|- I don't know!

But I know, we call the|police from the truck stop up there.

My God!

When we get to that truck stop|everything will be all right. Oh, yes.

What are you doing?

Do you see that gap?

The next time it comes around|I'm gonna shoot right through it.

No, you don't!|They'll gang up and squash us!

I can do it!

All so we can be inside|where they are?

What do you think is gonna|happen to us if we stay out here?

I'm scared.

Me, too.

Billy! Come here|and look at these fools.

Now what?|- They're dead.

Yeah, maybe not.|- Don't go out there, man.

Don't, Joe!|- Eat this.

Hang on tight!

Curtis, I'm upside down. I'm stuck.

Where are you going?|Will you get me out of here?

I'm caught in this goddamn seatbelt.

I told you not to use the seat|belts. I told you a thousand time.

I said, watch out!|Curtis, will you help me?

Watch that thing, will you? That thing|looks sharp!

He's not my Curtis.|Where is my Curtis? Sh*t!

Goddamn, a**hole! Curtis,|will you help me?

Help me!

Alright, Bubba!|Stick this one up your own cheek!

F***in' truck's gotta be dee-po'ed.|That one's deep po'ed for sure.

Reload me, Joey.|Come on, reload me, boy.

And I want that sh*t, Bubba!

Come on! Run!

Honey, you're bleeding|like a stuck pig.

Where'd you get all that stuff?

We got a bunch of that stuff down.|- Shut up, Joey.

Found it in my Christmas|stocking, Bubba.

Get inside. Come on, let's get inside.

How are the love birds?

Heart rates are|slowin' down a bit, I think.

That's good.

Mother's helper?

A girl hitchin' her way down|to Florida needs some protection.

That's what you're doing'?|- Yeah.

I was doing it before the machines|went into maximun overdrive.

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