[Buford walks up to Bandit's car, but in his mind, he sees "The Real Bandit" - Burt Reynolds - behind the wheel]
Buford T. Justice: I gotcha!
The Real Bandit: [looks up and smiles] Hello, Buford. Well, you caught me with my pants down.
Buford T. Justice: [taken aback] I did?
The Real Bandit: It's a... figure of speech.
Buford T. Justice: I gotcha!
The Real Bandit: Yeah. It's over for the ol' Bandit.
Buford T. Justice: Yeah, you're gone.
The Real Bandit: It's gone. Buford?
Buford T. Justice: Yes, sir?
The Real Bandit: I just wanna say one last thing before you... haul me off in the cuffs.
Buford T. Justice: Go right ahead.
The Real Bandit: There's kind of a... a kindred spirit we have, you know what I mean?
Buford T. Justice: Yeah, I think I feel the same way.
The Real Bandit: No, I mean, it's special. I can almost read your thoughts.
Buford T. Justice: Is that so?
The Real Bandit: Yeah.
Buford T. Justice: What am I thinking now?
The Real Bandit: You're thinking right now that possibly you... no sense in sending me off to prison where I'd lose all my friends and everything. I mean, you could give a five-minute head-start and chase after me...
Buford T. Justice: Oh, no. I'm sorry. I'm a law-and-order man. I gotcha and I'm gonna keep ya.
The Real Bandit: Yeah, you're right. I was silly to even think that. You're too tough for that.
Buford T. Justice: That's right.
Buford T. Justice: I'm upright, straightforward...
[Buford begins having flashbacks to the beginnings of his miserable retirement and realizes he's nothing without the Bandit to chase]
Buford T. Justice: ...I'll give you a five-minute head-start.
The Real Bandit: [smiles] Bye-bye!
[the Bandit's car pulls away quickly]
