Smokey and the Bandit Part 3 Page #4

I'm going to be The Bandit.

I'm going to be The Bandit! I love it!

Come on, get after him!

Hey, bubba!

This ain't good, man.

This ain't good at all.

I'm not scared of these crackers.

I'm black and I'm proud.

Three hundred years

of experience tells me...

that you aren't being nothing

but black and loud.

- You better pull over.

- I ain't pulling over for nobody.

We're not making

very good time, Daddy.

Well, as soon as I get around Col. Sanders,

all that'll change.

What the hell are those

Klan clowns doing here?

Here's how you

handle the Klan, Junior.

Get out of here, boy!

Lord have mercy!

I must have died and gone to heaven!

What goes around comes around!

You ever join the Klan, Daddy?

No chance. But your mama did.

When she put on her sheet,

she looked like an iceberg with feet.

The lid is what's

going to make the kid.

What do you think, my man?

I'm talking bad, Fred.

I mean, you got your Bandit,

and then you got...

Pray for that Bandit.

How about you, Smokey?

You got them ears on?

Don't look at me like that, Fred.

Fred!

I told you I would love to take you, okay?

But I can't take you.

The Bandit didn't have no dog

in the car with him!

It just wouldn't look right.

But... Look, Fred.

What if you had your opportunity

to be Rin Tin Tin?

You wouldn't say no to that, would you?

No, you wouldn't. I get to be The Bandit.

You want me to have that, don't you?

Sure, you do.

You're my buddy.

Hey, I knew you was going to be lonesome.

I knew I was going to be gone,

so I took care of you.

Now just a minute. Here.

Look here what I got for you, Fred.

I got you somebody

I want you to meet, Fred.

This is Freda.

There we go.

Freda, Fred. Fred, Freda.

And by the power vested in me,

as owner of both of you hounds...

I now pronounce you basset and basset.

Fred, that means you don't have to

half-ass it.

You get it?

Excuse me. Listen. I've got work to do.

You all have to entertain yourself...

but The Bandit is gonna go smoke

some smokies.

I'll tell you what.

You want to see a bandit?

You're looking at a bad bandit.

I'm talking bad.

Never should've put me

in this thing, brother.

Hear that roar of thunder

Hear those tyres scream

He's every boy's hero

Every lady's dream

Flying down the highway

heading west

They love me.

In a streak of black lightning

Called the Bandit Express

Look out, The Bandit's comin'

Tyres screamin' engine hummin'

Looks like The Bandit's

on the move

Bandit, if you could see

me now. They love me.

Look out, The Bandit's comin'.. Get

your money and warn the women

Tell those smokeys

all to take a rest

'Cause they'll never get

the Bandit Express

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