Man: What're ya'll doing?
Sheriff Buelton: They're gonna lose, General. They're goin' down in flames and you're gonna help me do it. I just got back from the governor's office, and I can have him call you or he can call your superior if that's the way you want it. But, either way, I'm gonna see some tanks rollin' out here to stop that maniac.
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: Go ahead, call anyone you like, sheriff. I don't take orders from governors. Sergeant Major Carey's resigned. Besides, he's committed no major crime in my jurisdiction.
Sheriff Buelton: He stole a god damn tank!
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: It's his tank he can do what he wants with it! The most I've got him on is busting a twenty foot section of fence.
Sheriff Buelton: General, I am the local civilian authority and I am hereby making a formal request of the military to do everything in its power to assist and aid me in apprehending known...
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: Posse Comitatus, sir.
Sheriff Buelton: Did you call me a pussy communist?
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: The U.S. Army is, by an act of congress; Posse Comitatus act, specifically precluded from enforcing civilian law outside the military reservation.
Sheriff Buelton: Pussy communist?
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: That means I do not have the authority to provide you with a single piece of military equipment or personnel without a direct order from my superior or the President of the United States. I can give you his address, if you'd like.
William 'Billy' Carey: Forget this hide by day, move by night routine. We're going out on the main road, haul flat out. Let's see that cracker try and stop a tank!
[starts tank's engine]
Gov. Harold R. Sims, Tennessee: In all candor, Mrs. Carey, I would find it very difficult to put the full prestige and honor of the governorship behind a crusade led by two men in a tank with a 20-year-old prostitute.
LaDonna Carey: Governor, that's my husband and my son in that tank with that 20-year-old prostitute. If I don't have a problem with that, I fail to see why you should.
Gov. Harold R. Sims, Tennessee: Prehaps we look at it from different perspectives.
LaDonna Carey: Well, my perspective has about a dozen reporters from every TV and radio station, and newspaper you can think of, waiting for me to come outside and make a statement. Now, I'm either going to tell them that they have a governor that they can be proud of, who's willing to see that justice is done, no more, no less. Or, I'm going to tell them that their governor is asshole!
Zack: We're not runnin' from the law. We're runnin' *to* the law.
Reporter: Why would anyone want to own a Sherman tank?
Zack: Because it's very hard to shoot yourself while you're cleaning it.
Deputy Euclid Baker: Someone better have a damn good reason for pounding on my door at 7 in the mornin'. Gonna spend some time in my jail.
[Exiting the Sheriff's Office]
Zack: I do believe I got you covered.
[Pointing main cannon at Deputy]
Deputy Euclid Baker: Oh, Lord.
Sheriff Buelton: Ok Sambo, Ok... You win this one... But there's more than one way to skin a cat.
Sfc. Ed Tippet, Provost Marshal's Office: You better believe there is, Jim.
Sheriff Buelton: It's going to be my great pleasure to shoot that sergeant in his privates.
Gov. Harold R. Sims, Tennessee: Are you threatening the Governor of this State with blackmail Mrs. Carey?
LaDonna Carey: Yes sir, I am!
Zack: Well...doesn't that just frost it!
William 'Billy' Carey: What is it?
Zack: I do believe we threw a track.
Man: Now my wife and kids is gone!
[mob lights torches]
Man: You all gonna try and burn me out? Well you go to it! But I tell you one thing, I'll take a few of you with me!
Zack: [tank cannon fires, hits a pickup truck] This is the tank. You assholes better move!
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: You know, Pentagon duty isn't bad for a family.
Zack: Neither is fishing, sir.
Maj. Gen. V.E. Hubik: In your hat, Sergeant Major.
Zack: Yes sir, General sir. Three bags full.
Sheriff Buelton: [to Euclid] You syphilitic Bolshevik! You pervert! You pussy Communist!