Smokey and the Bandit Part 3 Page #3

Out.

We cost them some time there, son.

I wonder how Junior likes life

in the dumb lane.

Daddy, my face is all white.

Well, put a little lipstick on,

I'll drop you off at a gay bar.

What are we stopping for?

It's time to take out some insurance,

teach those county mounties a lesson.

I don't get it. I mean, they certainly lost

enough time as it is.

We're winning, ain't we?

We're winning, son,

but winning isn't everything.

- What is?

- Winning dirty, boy.

What's the matter with you?

Sorry, Daddy. I lost my head.

- Shame, Little Enos.

- Ashamed, Daddy.

Look, Daddy, here they come.

They're coming, all right.

They put up a roadblock, Daddy.

Daddy.

They aren't going to stop!

Hold on tight. This might be a little bumpy.

This was a brilliant idea.

Don't worry, Son.

I've got something up my sleeve.

I hope it's a chocolate chip cookie, Daddy.

You can dunk my doughnuts

if it ain't a great idea.

It seems to be flooded.

No sh*t.

Buckle up, Junior, we're going

to make a lot of time now!

This is it, son.

I thought from the start

this was a one-man job.

There's only one man I know

that's never let us down.

Homogenise my hostility!

Would you be speaking of-

No, I'm not talking

about that egomaniac.

I'm talking about the only one

we can really trust:

The Snowman.

Now get me that phone.

That isn't the phone.

Fred, you don't know what

it means having you here.

You're the ugliest. Look at your eyes.

Your eyes sag, your ears. Look at that.

Eight yards long. Your lips...

And your breath's bad.

The next time I buy them

deodorising dog biscuits...

you're going to eat them!

Hang on.

Mule Barn, you got The Snowman.

How about-

Look, lover boy, I've got $250,000...

with your name on it if you help us out.

Two hundred and fifty...

You mean, I don't have to drive the truck

or haul nothing but my ass?

I'm going to be The Bandit.

Do I get to wear the hat? The shirt?

And drive the car!

Now, listen!

I think you just got yourself a Bandit. Bye!

I'm going to be The Bandit!

I love it! The Bandit.

Wear the hat, drive the car.

I love it. Give me the car.

All right, Mrs. Fernbush,

let's remember the procedures.

Look both ways before entering

the flow of traffic.

Politeness pays, but look both ways.

Give her a little gas,

and let up lightly on the clutch.

Turn right!

What an a**hole!

Hold on, Dixie

Bandit's on the road again

Look out!

I'm going to be The Bandit. I'm going to...

Oh, Fred?

I mashed your doghouse, son,

but don't worry. I'll buy you...

Fred, I'll buy you

a whole condominium.

Listen, with the money we...

Come here, you.

Now go find your fireplug.

I'm going to go put on my Bandit clothes.

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