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[Regarding The Bandit in a hammock
] Big Enos
: You see son, old legends never die. They just lose weight. Little Enos
: I guess a legend and an out-of-work bum look a lot a like, daddy.
: 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.
: 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...
: Cledus, get the money. Cledus Snow
: Yeah, how 'bout the money? Little Enos
: How 'bout double or nothin'? Cledus Snow
: 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. Cledus Snow
: WHAT? You're *crazy*! And I'm *divorced*!
: New car. Gotta have a new car to block for the truck.
[watches as Little Enos begins counting out money
: Speedy car.
[watches as Little Enos counts out more money
: Speedier than that. Little Enos
] I'd like to kick his ass just once.
: [Speaking to Big Enos
] Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Why do you want that beer so bad? Little Enos
: Because he's thirsty, dummy!
: Twenty to one I break the son of a bitch this time. Little Enos
: Gimme five-hundred on the Bandit.
: [Looking at Bandit's truck
] Egotistical son of a bitch. Big Enos
: Any cat who would paint his truck like this would go to a minister's funeral dressed in feathers.
: I'd like to kick your ass. Buford T. Justice
: You can't kick that high, cricket crotch.
: Daddy, we just walked past a Penicillin dispenser. Big Enos Burdette
: I feel like the guest of honor at a crab's convention.