Smokey and the Bandit II Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1980
- 100 min
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Let me tell you something.
Junior's nothing but a big mound
of tick turd.
Imagine. Trying to marry that floozy
for a second time.
You know, if Junior is able to
get up in the morning...
tie his shoelaces and take a pee...
- I'm not proud. I'm amazed.
- I declare.
I didn't realize this floozy was the same one
as the last one.
But I do remember all that trouble,
that poor child being abducted...
and taken off by that
handsome devil, Bandit.
Sheriff, is that your radio acting up?
No, that ain't my radio.
It's my hemo-gauge that's beeping.
This hemo-gauge and that exercise...
was invented in a monastery by a couple
of Tibetan monks.
They live in Newark now.
And just lucky enough,
I saw the advertisement in Screw magazine.
So I sent away for it. Cost me $19.95.
That's just wonderful, Sheriff.
I guess that makes it easier for you...
to deal with that business
about your daughter-in-law to be...
running off with that gorgeous,
handsome Bandit.
Daddy?
Come on. You're gonna be late.
Sumbitch.
My dear friends, you have
come together in this church...
so that the Lord
may seal and strengthen your love.
Excuse me.
Hello?
But, sir, this is a wedding.
All right, just a moment.
It's for the bride-to-be.
It's long distance.
Carrie?
It's for you.
Junior, I don't think I should take it
right now.
You gotta take it. It's long distance.
Right.
Hello?
Yes, it is.
Cledus, hi! How are you?
I'm good.
Look, Cledus, I'm a little busy right now.
Who's in trouble?
Oh, him.
Yeah, sure. I remember him.
Help?
Why should I help him?
What good reason?
$50,000? That's a good reason.
Yeah, right. I'll be right there.
Junior, do you love me?
- Sure, Carrie.
- Good.
'Cause maybe then you'll understand
and you'll wait for me.
When I get back, I'll have enough money for
that brand new milking machine you want.
Good! And maybe someday
we can buy a cow.
Right.
Not again.
Now, just where do you think you're going?
And you better recharge your beeper.
Damn! I thought I was supposed
to go with her.
Well, I said it before...
and I'm gonna say it again.
There ain't no way
that you could come from my loins.
I'm going home
and kick your mama in the butt.
- Okay, where's the rest of it?
- You found them all, massa.
Yeah.
You know what I think
about your big training program?
- J-O-A-K, joke. That's what I think.
- I'm in better shape every day.
If Big Enos could ship that package
of his to Texas behind a team of mules...
it'd beat us at the rate we're going.
Just 'cause I started shaking,
you're falling to pieces.
Shaking? You've got the DTs so bad...
you could thread a sewing machine
with it running.
Thanks. I'll take that.
I don't know why you sent for her.
I don't need her.
You don't need anybody, but she's coming.
Why don't you admit
you're glad she's coming?
You'll need all the help you can get
to get in shape...
to make this run, anyway.
Well, that's about enough.
- How many is that?
- One.
- You did one yesterday.
- I know, and it hurt.
Do you think maybe you could squeeze
two out of your body...
- ...without having a coronary?
- I could try.
She never was that much of a help, anyway.
I just figured out why my album didn't sell.
It was the wrong selection of material:
- The Bandit Sings Cole Porter.
- Listen.
If you think the girl was having a good time,
look at that.
Hell, she had to get in line to see you!
She left me when the going got tough.
Hold it.
I distinctly remember
that when the going got good...
it was Bo's big ego
that busted everything up.
Remember what I told you?
I said, "If you ever lose that girl...
"you're gonna wind up being
a booze-head ex-superstar...
"and every time you come up for air,
you'll have a can of beer in your hand."
- That's ridiculous.
- Yeah?
Would you... Give me the beer!
You're gonna keep drinking
that stuff...
your belly's the size of
a number ten washtub.
You know what? I hope I'm there
when they do the autopsy on your butt...
'cause your kidneys gotta look like
the air cleaner on a KW.
Besides, me and you together couldn't
scrape up six people to be your pallbearers.
That's a long walk to make by your...
Somebody left this up here.
I'm gonna put it back.
Bo, she's here.
- Hi, Frog.
- Hi, Bandit.
- You're shaking.
- I'm cold.
I thought maybe you were nervous
about seeing me again.
I'm cold.
It's been a long time since I've seen you,
six or seven months.
I don't know.
It's more like eight months, four days,
and six and a half hours, but I'm not sure.
After we broke up, where did you go?
- To pieces.
- Yeah?
And then I went to New York.
I got this fabulous job in a rock musical.
Is that where you got those clothes?
- What's wrong with these clothes?
- Nothing, if you're in a rock musical.
I wouldn't talk if I were you.
You look like "The Gay Caballero."
- Let's not fight.
- I don't want to fight, either.
Miss Frog, remember me?
Cledus!
You skinny old bone!
My God, the man has no meat
on him whatsoever.
You ever seen a fat racehorse, mama?
- Do you know how glad I am to see--
- Hey.
- What is this?
- Cledus, you didn't tell him?
No. Frog, I forgot.
I was getting all set to marry
Junior again when I got your call.
You didn't waste much time dilly-dallying
around with another bunch of people...
did you, once we broke up?
You were dilly-dallying around
when we were still together.
Hey, kids. Will you just knock it off?
we're back together again, right?
Yeah, he's right.
Let me make myself perfectly clear.
While there is a certain amount of
physical attraction between us...
and even some residual affection,
due to nostalgia...
my one and only reason for being here
is money. M-O-N-E-Y.
So let's get started
whipping your ass into shape.
Damned if you ain't ready
for the Kentucky Derby, son!
Forty-eight.
We ain't got but four days left.
Forty-nine.
Fifty.
Texas is a long ways.
I got to quit this soon...
or I'm gonna end up looking like
Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I'm glad we're gonna get out of here.
I'm afraid this luxurious lifestyle
is gonna grow on me.
Slight problem there. I ain't got no wheels.
I'm the only man in the world
that drank up a Trans-Am.
Can you imagine Roy Rogers
selling Trigger for a six-pack?
No.
- Think he's ready, mama?
- I think he's ready.
- You see, we have got a surprise for you.
- What?
- We've got a surprise for you.
- Yes, big surprise.
- If you will just kindly step outside.
- Right outside, here.
We got something we'd like to show you.
Come on.
Son of Trigger.
You shouldn't have done that.
Pretty, ain't it? I didn't do it all by myself.
- Mama helped me a little.
- What did you do?
I traded Junior's car in on it.
- Black is beautiful.
- Expensive, too.
- But worth it.
- Yeah.
Where was that you said we were going?
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