1:28:03
(SIRENS APPROACH)
1:28:20
20 to one
I break the son of a bitch this time.
1:28:24
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
1:28:29
Gimme 500 on the Bandit.
1:28:37
Apprehend that horse ass
for reckless drivin'!
1:28:41
- But, Daddy, he's...
- Do what I tell you, you pile of monkey nuts!
1:28:51
(BANDIT)
Sheriff Buford T. Justice, please.
1:28:56
- Who there?
- This is Bandit Darville talkin'.
1:28:59
Where are you, you sombitch?
1:29:01
Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff,
there's just one thing I wanna say.
1:29:05
You must be part coon dog,
'cause I been chased by the best of 'em,
1:29:10
and son, you make 'em look
like they're all runnin' in slow motion.
1:29:13
- I just wanna say that.
- Well, thank you, Mr Bandit.
1:29:18
And as the pursuer, may I say you're
the goddamnedest pursuee I ever pursued.
1:29:25
Now that the mutual bullshit is over,
1:29:28
where are you, you sombitch?
1:29:30
I'm right down at the bottom of the hill.
I'm six-foot-eight, in a cowboy outfit.
1:29:35
I got a little pygmy standing beside me
dressed like me. You can't miss me.
1:29:39
10-4.
1:29:43
Wait a minute.
Scratch that. Hold it.
1:29:46
I can't lie to you, Sheriff. You're too good
a man. Look over your left shoulder.
1:29:55
Oof.
1:29:56
We're on our way to Boston
to get some clam chowder. Bye-bye.