Roadgames

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
Madam, just because I drive a truck does not make me a truck driver.

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
[offering a treat to his dog Boswell] Hors d'ouevre, Boswell?

female radio dispatcher:
[over that radio, as Quid is getting ready to go to bed] Base 4 to Gypsy 397, are you there?

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
[responding sacrastically] Mayday, mayday, this is flight 77, I seem to be in a great deal of trouble, I'm losing fuel, I need help!

female radio dispatcher:
Is that you Gypsy 397?

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
Negative darling. This is Quid, Patrick Anthony Quid. As in British sterling.

female radio dispatcher:
Why do we always have trouble with you Gypsy 397?

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
Because you keep calling me "Gypsy 397".

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
What the hell!

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
Aren't you kind of young to be hitchhiking out here all by yourself?

Pamela 'Hitch' Rushworth:
Aren't you kind of old to be picking me up?

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
He's just killed a girl.

Pamela 'Hitch' Rushworth:
Did he make love to her first?

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
I don't know. What's the difference?

Pamela 'Hitch' Rushworth:
It makes a lot of difference. I think in order to play the game properly we have to know what he thinks of women.

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
No, it's Q-U-I-D. 'D' as in death to young girls, you cretin!

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
I know you're looking for a little adventure.

Pamela 'Hitch' Rushworth:
I could go to Disneyland for a little adventure. What I'm looking for is a little excitement.

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
It's my game.

Pamela 'Hitch' Rushworth:
Okay, Sherlock

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
[talking to himself, while driving down the motorway] With full devout courage, of sundry folk, by adventure fall, in fellowship, and pilgrims were they all. [waves to a passing car] Good morning, pilgrims! Morning!

Patrick 'Pat' Quid:
[to his dog] Might be able to pick this one up and take her to Perth with me? Dazzling her with my stylish rhetoric and witty inuendos, eh?