Ferrari Mailing List: Re: NFC: Texarkana question

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East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana.
And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

Ol' Smokey's got them ears on and he's hot on your trail.
He aint gonna rest 'til you're in jail.
So you got to dodge 'im and you got to duck 'im,
you got to keep that diesel truckin'.
Just put that hammer down and give it hell.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.


Buford T. Justice:"What we're dealing with here is a complete lack of  
respect for the law."


Buford T. Justice: Hey boy, where is Sheriff Branford at?
Sheriff Branford: I AM Sheriff Branford.
Buford T. Justice: Oh, pardon me. For some reason you sounded a  
little taller on radio.

Buford T. Justice: Give me a diablo sandwich, a Dr. Pepper, and make  
it quick, I'm in a god-damn hurry.

Buford T. Justice: [to his son] There's no way, *no* way that you  
came from *my* loins. Soon as I get home, first thing I'm gonna do is  
punch yo mamma in da mouth!

Buford T. Justice: [shouting at a trucker that has sheered a door off  
of Justice's patrol car] I saw that, you sombitch! You did that on  
purpose! You're going away till you're gray! I got the evidence!
Buford T. Justice: [speaks to Junior] Put the evidence in the car.
Junior: But Daddy...
Buford T. Justice: Put the *evidence* in the *car*!
[shouting to trucker again]
Buford T. Justice: I'm gonna barbeque yo' ass in molasses!

Bandit: Well, go girl, go!
Carrie: [She is driving] I'm goin' I'm goin! I got the metal to the  
petal and the thing to the floor!

Carrie: I think I just went 10-100.
Bandit: Better than 10-200.
Carrie: [a little flustered] Yes that's true.
[they both laugh]

Buford T. Justice: If you're gonna hang out in places like this, wear  
a badge on your didey

Alabama State Trooper: Did you see that? They went right through our  
roadblock!
Buford T. Justice: You som'bitches couldn't close an umbrella!

Bandit: [commenting on Carrie's legs] Cowboys love fat calves.
Carrie: They're not fat!
Bandit: Well, they're bigger then mine.
Carrie: Do we really wanna talk about legs?
Bandit: Well, one of us wants to.
Carrie: Smart ass.

Junior: [waiting for the "funeral procession] Gosh, he sure had a lot  
of friends.
Buford T. Justice: I wish they'd cremated the sum of a bitch. I could  
be kickin' the Mr. Bandit's ass around the moon by now.

Buford T. Justice: Junior! Put the evidence, in the car!

Buford T. Justice: This happens every time one of these floozies  
starts poontangin' around with those show folk fags.

[Regarding The Bandit in a hammock]
Big Enos: Son, you're looking at a legend.
Little Enos: I guess a legend and an out-of-work bum look a lot a  
like, daddy.

Buford T. Justice: What we're dealing with here is a complete lack of  
respect for the law.

Sheriff Branford: The fact that you are a sheriff is not germane to  
the situation.
Buford T. Justice: The god damn Germans got nothin' to do with it.

Buford T. Justice: And don't go home, and don't go to eat, and don't  
play with yourself. It wouldn't look nice on my highway.
[begins to turn away, then returns]
Buford T. Justice: Now, you can THINK about it... but don't do it!

[after kicking one of the car thieves in the rear]
Buford T. Justice: That's an attention-getter.

Junior: My hat blew off, daddy.
Buford T. Justice: I hope your goddamn head was in it.

Buford T. Justice: Nobody, and I mean NOBODY makes Sheriff Buford T.  
Justice look like a possum's pecker.
Junior: Except for that...
Buford T. Justice: Shut your ass.

Buford T. Justice: Duck, or you'll be talkin' out your ass.

Bandit: Oh I love your suits. It must have been a bitch to get a 68  
Extra Fat and a 12 Dwarf.

Carrie: You have a great profile.
Bandit: Yeah, I do, don't I? Especially from the side.
Carrie: Well, at least we agree on something.
Bandit: Yeah. We both like half of my face.

Buford T. Justice: You sum bitch. You did that on purpose. You're  
going away 'till you're gray. I got the evidence.

Bandit: What the hell was that?
Carrie: A left. Or a half a U.

Bandit: Now, gettin' to Texarkana and back in 28 hours, that's no  
problem.
Little Enos: It ain't never been done before, hot shit.
Bandit: Watch your language, little lady.

Little Enos: I think you're just a little bit scared.
Bandit: That's real good psychology. Why don't you say something bad  
about my mother?
Little Enos: Your momma is so ugly...

Carrie: I think I'm in love with your belt buckle.

Carrie: Don't you ever take off that stupid hat?
Bandit: I take my hat off for one thing, one thing only.
Carrie: Oh...
[beat]
Carrie: Take your hat off.
[Bandit looks stunned]
Carrie: I mean, If you want to...
Bandit: I want to.

Buford T. Justice: Just keep your eye out for that Mr. Bandit bastard!

Buford T. Justice: [shouting out of a restaurant to Junior waiting in  
the car] You want something?
Junior: Hushpuppies, Daddy!
Buford T. Justice: We got no time for that crap!

Cledus Snow: Whoa!
[to Bandit over the CB]
Cledus Snow: I just passed another Kojack with a Kodak, this place is  
crawling with bears, where the hell are you?

Bandit: Snowman, you got your ears on?
Cledus Snow: You lucky devil, you got him! Where the hell are you?

Cledus Snow: [whistles]
[hears a police motorcycle siren]
Cledus Snow: Oh, no! Hey, Bandit, Hey, Bandit, listen to this!
Cledus Snow: [siren blares out of Bandit's CB] You know who that is?  
That's Mr. Evil Knievel. He snuck in my back door, son, when I wasn't  
lookin'. You better flip-flop back here and gimme' a hand, son, or we  
gonna be in a heap of trouble. Please roger that transmission!
Bandit: Hold on to Fred, son! Here comes the cavalry!

Cledus Snow: [Buford's car runs in front of Cledus' truck]
[to bandit over the CB]
Cledus Snow: Hoss, you ain't gonna believe this, but that cray  
sombitch just tried to drive right up under my truck!

Bandit: You must be in a hell of a hurry, huh, Sheriff?
Buford T. Justice: You bet your ass on that, boy.

Carrie: Actually, my heaviest relationship was with an acid-rock  
singer... named Robert Crumly. We were together, oh, eight-and-a-half  
days. God, I really thought that was it.
Bandit: And?
Carrie: One day, I came home and found him in the shower... with a  
girl... and her mother!
Bandit: Well, at least he kept it in the family.

Bandit: Cledus, get the money.
Cledus: Yeah, how 'bout the money?
Little Enos: How 'bout double or nothin'?
Cledus: How 'bout forgettin' it?
Bandit: Wait a minute. What about double or nothin'?
Little Enos: You run up to Boston, and bring back some clam chowder  
for me and my daddy.
Carrie: You're on.
Bandit: Uh, you're on.
Big Enos: In 18 hours?
Bandit: You're still on.

[Communicating through the C.B. radio]
Bandit: Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please.
Buford T. Justice: Who there?
Bandit: This is Bandit Darville talkin'.
Buford T. Justice: Where are you, you sombitch?
Bandit: Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there's just one thing  
I wanna say. You must be part coon dog, 'cause I've been chased by  
the best of them, and son, you make 'em look like they're all runnin'  
in slow motion. I just wanna say that.
Buford T. Justice: Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer,  
may I say you're the goddamnedest pursuee I've ever pursued. Now that  
the mutual bullshit is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SOMBITCH?

Bandit: What do you think they do for excitement in this town?
Cledus Snow: Probably sit around and watch the cars rust.

Cledus Snow: Besides, I can't go with you. I got to go to Conyers in  
the morning and pick up a load of manure.
Bandit: Um, shitty job.

Cledus Snow: Atlanta to Texarkana and back in twenty eight hours?  
That ain't never been done before.
Bandit: That's cause *we* ain't never done it.
Cledus Snow: Suppose we don't make it?
Bandit: Hey, we ain't never not made it before, have we?

Bandit: I'm gonna need a speedy car...
[Watches as Little Enos begins counting out money]
Bandit: Speedier than that...
[Watches as Little Enos counts out more money]
Bandit: Speedier than that.

YEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWW!

Scottie

On Oct 8, 2007, at 2:43 PM, Brian E. Buxton wrote:

> You gonna pick up some Coors and take it back to Atlanta?
>
> =)
>
> BEB
>
>
> A.J. Merrifield wrote:
>
> > Any listers near the Texarkana area?
> >
> > - A.J.
>
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