CHP Officer:
What are you boys trying to pull?
J.J. McClure:
There's been a nuclear meltdown and we're transporting some contaminated materials to Connecticut.
CHP Officer:
Well, why Connecticut?
J.J. McClure:
They ran out.
Blake:
We're gonna die. We're gonna die, we're gonna die. What do you think they're gonna do to us?
Fenderbaum:
I don't know what they're gonna do to you, but since Mr. T ain't here, I'll be too busy licking their boots to see.
King:
How come you have a blond, blue-eyed slave?
Shiek:
He's an actor. Hasn't had a series in seven years.
The Slapper:
Nine.
[
Jill and Marcie are looking under the hood of their car. Mack is gazing at their breasts]
Marcie:
Does it look bad?
Mack:
Not from where I'm standing.
Jill:
Oh, can you fix it then?
Mack:
Honey, I've got a tool that'll fix anything.
Blake:
Is the Blimp driving?
Fenderbaum:
No, it's the General.
Blake:
The General? Oh, I'm gonna make a private outta him.
Don Canneloni:
In the past, the Canneloni family was the most powerful of the families. We controlled drugs, prostitution, extortion, prostitution, gambling...
Slim:
Uh, you said 'prostitution' twice.
Don Canneloni:
Well, I like it.
Fenderbaum:
It's General Patton and general admission.
[
He and Blake laugh]
J.J. McClure:
Heckle and Jeckle dressed as cops. They oughta arrest their minds for vagrancy.
Jill:
Aw, come on. It'll be a weekend you'll never forget.
Mechanic:
All three of us?
Marcie:
It's gonna be a weekend you can tell your kids about. If they're all boys.
Tony:
We've put our heads together, and we've decided we're gonna rip off the Arab, on the road, during the car race.
Don Don Canneloni:
Oh, you put your heads together, huh? IT MUST'VE SOUNDED LIKE A BOWLING ALLEY.
Captain Chaos:
J.J... Long time, no see.
J.J. McClure:
Nice to see you, Captain Chaos.
Captain Chaos:
Have no fear, 'Him' is here.
Jill:
You know, Marcie, we've got this routine down.
Marcie:
Yeah. I think we're ready for the Cannonball.
Jill:
Oh, I think so. How far is Redondo beach?
Marcie:
150 miles.
Jill:
Hah. An hour flat.
Marcie:
What're we waiting for?
Both:
LET'S GO.
Hymie Kaplan:
Friend or foe?
Arnold:
Guess.
King:
I order you back to America to win the Cannonball Run. I give you one last chance because you are my only son with a driver's license.
Shiek:
But, Pop, there is no Cannonball Run this year.
King:
So, buy one.
Shiek:
Here is to good luck. May it all be mine.
J.J. McClure:
I need a girl.
Victor:
Yeah, me too.
J.J. McClure:
You?
Victor:
Sure. Hey, J.J., I'm not a eunuch, you know.
J.J. McClure:
Of course you're not a eunuch. Don't put yourself down like that. You have a striking resemblance to a eunuch but...
[
Both laugh]
J.J. McClure:
Just kidding.
Marcie:
Can you imagine the stories J.J.'s making up about last night? He's driving poor old Victor crazy.
Jill:
Yeah, well poor old Victor's buying every word of it.
Marcie:
Well, what he doesn't know ain't gonna hurt us.
Jill:
Never has.
Blake:
Don't you worry, 'cause you know what I'm gonna do?
Fenderbaum:
What?
Blake:
I'm gonna take this car, and I'm gonna turn so that I block the whole highway sideways. And when they come, they're gonna have a choice, either to ditch it, or ram right straight into us.
Fenderbaum:
Yeah. Yeah. Ditch it or... ram STRAIGHT INTO US?
Blake:
Yup.
[
Blake presents his date with two empty martini glasses]
Blake:
When I make a dry martini, I make a dry martini.
CHP Officer 1:
I think we got 'em right between us. Just pull out and block the damn road.
[
the Lamborghini races by the second CHP before he can do anything]
CHP Officer 2:
Got any more bright ideas?
Don Don Canneloni:
Hymie Kaplan. What a surprise. Ooh, ohh, wow. You look great. So, what brings you to the Pinto Ranch? Business or pleasure?
Hymie Kaplan:
May I have a chair?
Don Don Canneloni:
Oh, certainly.
[
Hymie picks up a chair and smashes it over his henchman who doesn't even flinch]
Don Don Canneloni:
Oh. It's business.
[
the last team finally arrives]
Race Official:
Forget it, guys. You're four hours and fifteen martinis late.
Victor:
[
J.J. has just performed a dangerous stunt] I figured it out. If we do this ten times a day, by the end of the year, we'll be billionaires.
[
Victor tears up a telegram]
J.J. McClure:
What is that?
Victor:
Oh, don't worry about that. It's the Cannonball race. It's on again. A million dollars is the first prize. But don't you worry, we'll be billionaires.
[
J.J. picks up a handful of hay and stuffs it into Victor's mouth]
Victor:
What did I say?
J.J. McClure:
You want me to do this ten times a day?
Victor:
Nine?
[
J.J. stuffs another handful of hay in his mouth]
Victor:
What a grouch!
Slim:
Okay, you'll tell us.
Blake:
We're gonna race to Connecticut and the one that wins gets a million dollars in cash.
Tony:
Only a moron would back up a race like that!
Shiek:
[
the Shiek enters] Ah, Fenderbaum and Blake. Good to see you! You should be sleeping at this hour. Remember, we leave at noon tomorrow.
Shiek:
[
Fenderbaum directs the Shiek's attention to the Cannelonis] Wingtips? Barbarians! Come, come!
Shiek:
[
the Shiek hands Caesar a handful of money] Buy yourself a decent clothing store. Infidels!
Blake:
[
the Shiek leaves] That was the moron.
Caesar:
You know, these liars could be telling the truth.
[
while Terry and Mel try to get a car from Cal, the chimp plays with the phone]
Uncle Cal:
Stop it, boy! I told you not to play with the phone!
[
Cal hangs up the phone]
Uncle Cal:
Damn chimp costs me three hundred a month in wrong numbers.
[
the chimp starts throwing things at Cal]
Uncle Cal:
Hey! Stop it, you primate! That's it, I've had it with you! 'Scuse me, boys. I need to teach this boy some manners. Hey, son.
[
Cal hits the chimp with his hat. The chimp hits him back and knocks him across the room]
Uncle Cal:
Now you stepped in it.
[
Cal engages in a slap fight with the chimp and ultimately loses]
Uncle Cal:
[
to Mel and Terry] Boys, I got one condition on your needs. I'm gonna give you the limo, but only if you take this hairy son of a bitch with you!
J.J. McClure:
What line did you say you were from?
Betty:
The Order of Imaculate Chastity.
Victor:
The Order of Imaculate Chastity? I read the bible all the time. In fact, I once read the bible that was printed on the head of a pin. That was hard. But, I've never heard of the Order of Imaculate...
Veronica:
You have to read the New Testament. In fact, it's not even the New Testament. It's the New... uh...
Betty:
New Wave.
Don Don Canneloni:
Can I buy you a drink?
Fenderbaum:
But of course.
Don Don Canneloni:
Cherice? Cherice?
[
Don Don looks over and sees the fight taking place]
Don Don Canneloni:
Oh, they seem to be so busy.
Blake, Fenderbaum:
[
in unison] J.J. That son of a bitch!
Don Canneloni:
And now, the Rigatonis, the Tortellinis, the Fettuchinis, and even the Raviolis are bigger than we are. And why?
Tony:
High interest rates.
Sonny:
Acid rain.
Slim:
Japanese imports.
Caesar:
Uh... uh... none of the above.
Don Canneloni:
No. No. No. Youse mugs already know the answer.
Caesar:
Gee, boss, if I knew there was gonna be a test, I would've studied.
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