Smokey and the Bandit Page #7

Bandit goes to the closet and begins tossing clothes onto

the bed.

CLEDUS:

(slowly rolling over)

Whadda we have to do -- kidnap the

Pope?

BANDIT (O.S.)

(from closet)

How'd you know?

He comes out of the closet with the rest of the clothes and

tosses them on the bed, then crosses to the dresser drawer

and throws a pair of socks and underwear at Cledus.

BANDIT:

Look, all we gotta do is make a run

to Texarkana...

(under his breath)

...in twenty-eight hours.

Cledus Snow slowly comes up from under the covers and we get

our first glimpse of him. He's thirty-three, but you'd never

take him for a day under forty. Trucker all the way. He's

wearing boxer shorts and an undershirt. As he reaches across

to the nightstand and puts on a pair of glasses:

CLEDUS:

Twenty-eight hours! You're outta

your gord.

BANDIT:

Is that any way to talk to your ole

partner?

(pulling back blanket)

Look, it's only nine hundred miles

each way.

CLEDUS:

(figuring quick)

That means we gotta average ninety-

four miles per.

(lying back down)

Forget it.

BANDIT:

No one's ever done it before. This'll

put us on the map.

CLEDUS:

Or in the slammer.

BANDIT:

Did I tell you they're gonna give us

a brand new Kenworth?

CLEDUS:

(sitting up)

Waynette!

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