Jeepers Creepers 2

Billy! You get number three up now!

Don't come in to eat before you do.

Check the other two. Make sure they're wired up good.

I don't want them blowin' over again, the first big wind.

Lot of good they're doin'.

Billy, you been messing with the post puncher?

No!

I told you what would happen if you screw around with this thing.

I said I didn't!

Don't want 'em blowin' down again.

Big wind, my ass.

You're the only big wind out here.

Jacky!

You been messing with the damn post puncher again?

No!

Billy, you little asshole! Why don't you rat yourself out for a change?

What did I do?

You little butt sniff.

I ought to come out there and kick your ass!

You Wish!

Yeah, go on, Mac. Go bite him in the ass for me, Macky boy.

God! Would you shut up?

Jacky!

Jacky!

Jacky!

Jacky!

Billy!

Where are you?

Billy!

Daddy!

Billy!

Let go! Help me, Dad!

Billy!

Help! Help, help, Dad, help!

Billy!

Help! Help me! Dad!

Billy!

Dad! Let go!

Billy!

Daddy!

Billy!

Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!

Go Bantams! Go Bantams!

Go Bantams!

Tough as nails, hard as rocks,

we are Bannon's fighting cocks!

Fighting Bantams, tough as nails!

Bow down now or kiss our tails!

Out for blood, we're lean and mean!

Bannon County's death machine!

Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams! Go Bantams!

Bannon Bantams power and might!

Bannon Bantams, fight, fight, fight! Incoming!

Bannon Bantams, we're the word!

You don't mess with a mighty bird!

Down the court, we'll clean your clock.

Better not mess with the fighting cock!

Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams! Go Bantams!

Bannon Bantams, wings of steel!

Bannon Bantams. Kill! Kill! Kill!

Who was that? Don't even ask!

These big Bantams kick your ass!

Strike like lightning from the sky!

Screaming out our battle cry!

Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams! Go Bantams!

Go Bantams!

Go Bantams!

Hard as rocks, we are Bannon's fighting cocks!

How long can they keep this up?

Forever. They have a fight song with the word "cock" in it.

Why aren't you sitting with your honey?

Someone should tell him he just won the state championship.

I have a feeling he didn't get to play enough.

Well, shouldn't you be sitting with him?

After a game, he says he needs to be with the guys.

You kill his post-game buzz?

Basically.

If they lose, it's a totally different thing.

Can't pry him off me.

Shit!

Okay, everybody stay down. Sit tight.

Son of a bitch.

What in the hell would you call that?

Ouch!

I don't know, but whatever it is,

it's sharp as a son of a bitch!

What in the hell are we looking at?

It's sharp enough to flatten a tire, whatever it is.

You know how thick that rubber is?

It had to be shot into it like a bullet.

Jesus Christ! The damn thing has got teeth in it.

They can't just whip the jack out and pump this mother up?

Driver can't change a flat on a bus. They need a mechanic.

- So? - So?

Do you see any mechanics around here?

You sucked so bad today, Deaundre,

they're probably saying you gotta change the flat.

Where she'll give us the latest update on...

Izzy.

A continuing story we call, "The Horror in Poho County."

- Sheila? - Hey, Poho update.

Well, Peter, the fire which gutted an old church

south of Pertwilla four days ago,

continues to offer up a gruesome bounty.

County sheriffs excavating the charred ruins say

the body count is now up well past 300.

County coroners say the bodies were found stitched to each other,

covering the basement's walls and ceiling.

One on-the-scene witness called it

a human tapestry of torture and sadism

and a sight he will never forget.

Sheila, the details keep getting stranger and stranger

every day this week, it seems. Any new information?

Some of the corpses they had found had false teeth made out of wood.

That means some of the bodies they're finding down there are over 200 years old.

But, Peter, it's the condition of the cadavers

that's the strangest fact of all.

The County coroner's office reported yesterday

that they have yet to find any one complete body.

Believe that, man? No, they're making it up.

Each one missing either an external limb or an internal organ.

What connection this has...

This is 226 on East Nine. We are down and disabled.

Home base, do you read me?

You get a good look at the points on this thing?

It's either ivory or some kind of bone.

Throw that damn thing away before you need a tetanus shot.

Pop! Pop, he dropped something.

Pop?

It was out in the corn, Papa.

Here, look at it.

We're out on East Nine. We are down and disabled. Come back.

Say again, this is 226.

Anyone read me?

We are down and disabled out on East Nine. Come back.

We gotta be in some kind of sun spot or something.

There's no signal getting out.

It's gonna be dark in about an hour.

Well, we still got five tires on the ground,

which means we can probably limp home if we keep to goin' slow.

Say again. This is 226. Anyone read me?

All of you at the same time?

Lady cheerleaders?

That's not smoke I smell, is it?

Minxie.

There's not a girl in the world these days

stupid enough to kill themselves by sucking on cancer sticks.

Am I right?

Back on the bus, ladies.

You saw me, right? Run that fast break?

You see that?

Yeah, I saw it. Anybody gonna read about it?

Why you give old Dante back there so much ink?

I'm serious.

People are starting to think that you're sweet on him.

Really? I heard that was you.

Hey, it's okay if you are, man.

I mean, live and let love, right?

Why don't you piss on somebody else's shoes, Jake?

Hey, shouldn't you be folding towels somewhere or sniffing jock straps?

You think you can manage the team, Super Genius?

Was I even talking to you, Jock Strap Boy?

Hey, eat shit, Jake! God!

So this is all because what, I don't write enough about you?

You know what the story is on your scars there, right?

No, tell me.

You got into a fight when you snuck into a bar.

So?

A gay bar, bro.

You do know what they call you, don't you, Izzy?

That's my name.

Or isn't he?

Hey, let's not make this a social event out there, everybody.

Back on the bus, gentlemen. We're moving.

Hey, does that come in a man's size?

That means you, too, Kimball. Let's go!

Smooth move, Big K! Nice, man!

Tippi Hedren, man!

Kimball!

Stop clowning around and get your ass back on the bus!

Off the top, gentlemen. Assholes and elbows. Let's go.

You know, you could talk about it. It might help a little bit.

What did I play today, 12 minutes?

Well, it was a great 12 minutes.

Hanna's got it in for me.

Him and his little token white boy, Barnes.

I don't know,

maybe I got the wrong skin color to get equal play on this team.

I know you don't mean that.

Maybe they just wanted to make sure

everyone got a chance to play in the championship.

Everyone's not the reason why we made it to the championship.

Half the losers on this bus had nothing to do with us making it to state. I did.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Jesus!

Jesus Christ!

Don't tell me.

- We blew the other one. - How?

Back down, everybody. Sit tight.

Shit! We've got to break out the flares and get these kids off the bus.