Smokey and the Bandit Part 3

Buford T. Justice:
Follow that sum b*tch.

Buford T. Justice:
I've said it before and I'll say it again. There is no way, no way that you could come from my loins. Soon as we get home, I'm gonna put a lump on your mama's head.

Little Enos:
I'd like to kick your ass.

Buford T. Justice:
You can't kick that high, cricket crotch.

Buford T. Justice:
Will you get away from me you sh*t?

Buford T. Justice:
Junior, retirement is cat sh*t.

Buford T. Justice:
Well, put a little lipstick on, I'll drop you off at a gay bar.

Buford T. Justice:
That is why you gotta have a sixth sense.

Buford T. Justice:
He's dumb... but a loveable sh*t.

Buford T. Justice:
Gimme the good old days when a pair of b*obs were a couple of dumb guys.

Buford T. Justice:
I gotcha!

The Real Bandit:
Hello, Buford. Well, you caught me with my pants down.

Buford T. Justice:
I did?

The Real Bandit:
That's a... figure of speech.

Junior:
It's flat, Daddy.

Buford T. Justice:
Flatter than your mama's chest.

Buford T. Justice:
Tell that road hog rembrandt I'm coming around and to look out!

Junior:
Hey road- Hey road hog rembrandt! Look....out.