The Cannonball Run Page #3

I can't see sh*t, can you?

No problem, son.

No problem.

What was that?

That's... That's... That's...

perfect.

That's better than hiding...

- That's better than hiding it out back.

- I know.

But the only problem

we got now...

is we have to go and retune it.

All right?

Let's go get a beer first.

Yeah, let's go get... Let's... Beer.

I'd like to thank Mona Carson

of Westport...

for that wonderful combination

of hemp sandwiches...

and wood chip consomme.

And now, the moment

you've all been waiting for.

This is a titty turn...

terrific turnout for the meeting.

- Yes, terrific.

- He led the campaign...

to ban the use of electric toothbrushes

during peak load hours.

I suppose you...

came here to hear me speak.

No, not really.

I'm into trees.

Trees.

Friends of Nature love trees,

you know...

so I come to the meetings.

That's very interesting.

I love anybody who loves trees.

They happen to be

a great passion of mine.

You know what I like

best about trees?

- No, what?

- That you can lie under them...

on a moonlit night

with the breeze blowing...

ball your brains out.

Mr. Arthur j. Foyt.

Mr. Foyt.

Give that sucker some juice.

The only thing hiding it...

hiding it... hiding it in the pool...

did was make it pretty.

It ain't running worth a sh*t.

And it's wet!

I know that. Just hit it

one more time, all right?

Hold it! Hold it!

I know what's wrong.

Don't think for a minute...

that we in Washington...

don't appreciate your Mothers' March...

to ban the sale

of colored toilet paper...

to help reduce irritation...

of the rectum.

But today...

I want to direct my remarks...

to an old...

and familiar enemy...

the automobile.

One more time.

Let me hear it.

It reminds me of a poem...

I wrote.

"The automobile, the automobile..."

Are you all right?

They picked on the wrong one

this time!

I guarantee

they're gonna pay for this...

because when the going gets tough,

the tough get going.

She's running good now, buddy.

I still think

we ought to paint it.

If we're gonna paint it, let's go ahead

and Midasize it, all right?

There's the motel.

The Cannonballers have the parking lot

all jammed up.

Man, I can't handle this traffic.

Hold on to your lunch pail.

This may get a little weird.

Wait a minute.

Slow down!

You the one running this flea bag?

- Where are the hookers?

- What?

Hookers, man.

Where are the hookers?

Excuse me.

- Hello, Mad Dog.

- Hey,j.j.

You probably didn't realize this,

but the parking lot's outside.

Yeah, I know.

Brakes went out.

- You think you're the president?

- Well...

let me make one thing

perfectly clear.

We feel terrible about it.

And if they can't take a joke...

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