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- Mother, that sounds like sweet music. - Let's do it.

Get in, Harley.

Okay.

All right. Skin her on back, Jack, and don't talk back.

- You ready? - I was born ready, baby.

- Blast off! - Goddamn!

Roll on, pretty Jesus.

Hey, where's the quarter-mile Mark?

- At the crest of that hill. - All right.

- All right! - What'd we turn?

Just 8.7 in the quarter, that's all.

8.77

when we get to the grand nationals, we're gonna kick about a ton of butt.

Two ton of butt!

Goddamn! 8.7!

Hey, who are those guys? They're not from around here, are they?

Some wiseasses from out of town, probably.

Let's get up on him.

Hey, cutie pie!

What are you doing with this snake?

Hey, get out of here.

Hey, baby! Let's go!

Just ignore them.

Go on, get out of here.

- What is that? - Man! Some wool!

- Let's stop and get that. - All right.

Bo, hurry up! Get in here. Go!

Hey, you bastards!

Here, buddy. Check this out.

Take that.

- Oh, come on. - No!

Come on, honey.

We'll drop her off at the next street.

- Yeah, I ain't gettin'... - No, okay! Okay!

- Goodbye. - Oh, me too!

Me too!

- See ya. Bye. - Bye!

- Throw me the keys, will ya? - Yeah.

There's your key, Harley.

Oh, get in there.

Hey, what you doin'?

I just gotta make a couple of little minor adjustments...

On that injector.

- I felt it cuttin' out on us back there. - Oh, come on, harl.

Let's chow down first.

No, you go ahead. It's only gonna take me a minute.

- Now, isn't that sweet? - One sweet beauty.

All right, man. Knock yourself right out.

- Oh! Hey, hey! Look out there. - I'm sorry.

- That's all right. - Hi.

Hi, yourself. How are you?

- Okay. I gotta go. - Okay. Yeah.

See you later, alligator.

- I'll be right with you. - After a while, crocodile.

Here, take this for me. I've got an order.

Hey, harl.

Hey, hey. Watch it there. Watch it. Watch it.

Did you fix that thing?

Does a wild bear shit in the woods?

I'll be right back.

- I fixed it. - What's your pleasure, gents?

Well, I always liked sex, myself.

Could I have a half a dozen chocolate-covered black widow spiders...

And a tuna malt.

If you guys want to eat, I suggest you call it. I've got orders to pick up.

Ooh, tough, tough, tough, tough.

Two cheeseburgers... one rare, one medium.

Fries, well done. Two milkshakes. And hold the tuna.

What flavor on the shakes?

I'd like vanilla, extra thick.

Make mine lipstick.

She ain't playin' with a full deck.

You know, when we get to California and we win,

we're gonna be eight skate and donate.

You ain't just a-damn whistlin'.

We also gotta come up with $300 for this entrance fee,

and we're damn near broke.

Don't sweat it. We been broke before.

Besides, you can always get a job.

Good god!

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

God almighty. Look what you've done to my shirt.

- Junell! - I didn't mean it.

- What have you done now? - Goddamn clumsy...

Take this other order before it gets cold, and I'll talk to you later.

I'm sorry, sir.

- It's not my day. - No, I'd say not.

I'll tell you this... I'll tell you, you hit what you aim at.

Oh, hell, it looks kinda good on him.

- Oh, could you bring me some ketchup? - Yeah.

Yeah, and it goes with his looks.

I want to know what you're gonna do about this shirt.

I said I was sorry. Let go of me.

Sorry don't get it, girl. What's gonna happen about this shirt?

- You just let me go! - I'll tell you what, mister.

You can take that shirt...

And you can jam it up your poop chute.

Oh, boy.

What'd you say, Sonny?

- Folks... - I think you heard me.

I think there's gonna be trouble.

You can take that shirt you got right there...

- In fact, I know there's... - And jam it right up your poop chute!

You're looking for a mashed mouth, Sonny boy.

- Hey, lardo! Over here! - Hey, fat man!

- Hey, come on... - You just shut up!

- You two get the hell out of here. - Don't move.

- Just be quiet. Everything's all right. - Bo.

Yeah.

Goodbye.

Jesus! Will you just look what you've done to my place?

Relax. Easy. We're going. We're going.

Nice to have met you, cupcake.

And you, you're fired!

That's just fine! I'm fed up!

Get this place cleaned up.

I'm sorry, sir. Excuse me.

Hey, wait a minute!

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

What do you mean "we," paleface?

No matter. Anyplace you guys are going is good enough for me.

As long as it's far away from this dump!

Hold it, cutie pie. Wait just a minute.

- Conference. - Conference. Right.

Let's just take her down to the next town and drop her off. What do you say?

Bo, I got a feeling this girl is trouble, and I don't think she ought to go with us.

I'm gonna call the police on youl! Right now!

- Let's beat it. - Right.

You guys will like California.

- Oh, you think so? - Yeah.

Oh, you've been to California?

Sure. Lots of times. See, my daddy's in the army.

He's a general. He's a very important man.

Yeah, well, your average store-bought,

factory-stock generals usually are, aren't they?

- I'd say so, myself. - Hell, I always thought that.

- He runs the whole army and everything! - Runs his own army!

- It's a big responsibility. - Oh, he's got guns and everything!

- He's got a big house and tennis court. - Oh, yeah?

I guess I just come by my large capacities naturally.

Harley, what do you think?

I'm not paid to think.

I turn... I turn nuts and bolts.

- All right. - That's my limit.

Well, off with the old, on with the new, huh?

I'll say.

Hey, harl, what do you say we take a breather now, huh?

- Hey, Harley! - What's that empty space for?

That's for the trophy we're gonna win in California at the grand nationals.

Then we're gonna have a complete set.

Hey, Harley! Harley!

- Hey, I can't hear myself think! - That's what you're racing for?

What'd you just say to me?

- You're racing just to get another trophy? - Excuse me.

- I don't think he likes me. - What, Harley?

Ah, come on. Harley likes everybody. I'm telling you.

I'm gonna take it on the road and work out some kinks.

Don't you two do anything embarrassing while I'm gone.

And if you do...

Don't name it after you?

Well, if you can think of a better name...

See ya later, sweet potater.

Hey, Harley, you be careful.

- Think it's haunted? - What?

That building.

No, it can't be haunted.

Hasn't got a roof. Can't keep the ghosts in.

Well, what if it is?

If you get scared or something, you can always hold onto me.

I'm scared, I'm scared!

Wow! Look at this!

It's really a neat old place. Beautiful.

It's great.

You're gonna lose.

- I'm gonna what? - It's your attitude.

Oh, yeah.

Right, right, right.

It's just that you're driving me kinda crazy, you know?

I'm talking about California.

When you get there, you're gonna lose that race.

Wait a minute, junell. Wait a minute.

Just what the hell you talkin' about?

Don't talk dirty to me, Bo.

I don't like dirty talk.

Junell, what do you know about race car driving?

You don't know anything. You've never even driven a car.

I know how good that car is, and I know how good I am.

And I'm the best there is.

You hear that, junell? I'm the best there is!

- Hello, dreamboat. - Hi.

Are you from around here?

Nope. Just passin' through.

Thought I'd stop for a while and see the lovely sights.

We all go to Milton high.

Oh, then you must know hy lover.

- Hy lover? - Hello, darlin'. Hop on in.

Oh, nol!

Wow!

Don't you have all the luck!