Smokey and the Bandit II Page #4

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- That's ridiculous.

- Yeah?

Would you... Give me the beer!

You're gonna keep drinking

that stuff...

your belly's the size of

a number ten washtub.

You know what? I hope I'm there

when they do the autopsy on your butt...

'cause your kidneys gotta look like

the air cleaner on a KW.

Besides, me and you together couldn't

scrape up six people to be your pallbearers.

That's a long walk to make by your...

Somebody left this up here.

I'm gonna put it back.

Bo, she's here.

- Hi, Frog.

- Hi, Bandit.

- You're shaking.

- I'm cold.

I thought maybe you were nervous

about seeing me again.

I'm cold.

It's been a long time since I've seen you,

six or seven months.

I don't know.

It's more like eight months, four days,

and six and a half hours, but I'm not sure.

After we broke up, where did you go?

- To pieces.

- Yeah?

And then I went to New York.

I started dancing again.

I got this fabulous job in a rock musical.

Is that where you got those clothes?

- What's wrong with these clothes?

- Nothing, if you're in a rock musical.

I wouldn't talk if I were you.

You look like "The Gay Caballero."

- Let's not fight.

- I don't want to fight, either.

Miss Frog, remember me?

Cledus!

You skinny old bone!

My God, the man has no meat

on him whatsoever.

You ever seen a fat racehorse, mama?

- Do you know how glad I am to see--

- Hey.

- What is this?

- Cledus, you didn't tell him?

No. Frog, I forgot.

I was getting all set to marry

Junior again when I got your call.

You didn't waste much time dilly-dallying

around with another bunch of people...

did you, once we broke up?

You were dilly-dallying around

when we were still together.

Hey, kids. Will you just knock it off?

The important thing is

we're back together again, right?

Yeah, he's right.

Let me make myself perfectly clear.

While there is a certain amount of

physical attraction between us...

and even some residual affection,

due to nostalgia...

my one and only reason for being here

is money. M-O-N-E-Y.

So let's get started

whipping your ass into shape.

She still loves me.

Damned if you ain't ready

for the Kentucky Derby, son!

Forty-eight.

We ain't got but four days left.

Forty-nine.

Fifty.

Texas is a long ways.

You're getting pretty good.

I got to quit this soon...

or I'm gonna end up looking like

Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I'm glad we're gonna get out of here.

I'm afraid this luxurious lifestyle

is gonna grow on me.

Slight problem there. I ain't got no wheels.

I'm the only man in the world

that drank up a Trans-Am.

Can you imagine Roy Rogers

selling Trigger for a six-pack?

No.

- Think he's ready, mama?

- I think he's ready.

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