Boss Hogg: Outta gas? Us? Hoo, Rosco, you knucklehead, you musta had the mechanic put that valve on auto take.
Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane: Well, he mighta misunderstood me, Boss. You see, my Spanish is just a might shaky.
Boss Hogg: Shaky? Shaky?
[hits Rosco with his hat repeatedly]
Boss Hogg: You couldn't get hot sause in a Barcelona barbeque.
Bo Duke: Where'd you learn that English?
Peppino: In school.
Luke Duke: You sure speak it nice, almost as good as me.
Daisy Duke: Even gooder.
Boss Hogg: [strugling with a walkie talkie] What no good crook sold this cheap radio to Hazzard county anyhow?
Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane: You did, Boss.
Boss Hogg: Oh. Well, it ain't so bad, haha.
Daisy Duke: Well look yonder, fellas. It's one of them quaint little old wooden bridges.
Luke Duke: Better slow down a might, Bo.
Bo Duke: I would, 'cept we don't know where quaint little old Boss Hogg is at the moment. Hang on, y'all.
[puts on some extra speed and drives through the wooden bridge right into the water]
Bo Duke: Say now, would you look at this?
Peppino: What is it, Señor Bo?
Bo Duke: It's a tire track. And it's an American tire track, too.
Luke Duke: The kind that Boss Hogg's car makes.
Daisy Duke: Boss Hogg? Now what would he be doin' here?
Bo Duke: Beats me, I thought stealin' horses was the only thing Boss didn't do.