Thunderbolt and Lightfoot

Lightfoot:
You ain't no preacher, Preacher.

Red Leary:
Does he know everything?

John Doherty:
No.

Lightfoot:
Yes.

Lightfoot:
Hey were did you get those pants?

Lightfoot:
You freak! I love you, come back!

John Doherty:
You don't look so good, kid.

Lightfoot:
I believe you're right.

Lightfoot:
Thunderbolt and Lightfoot. That sounds like something.

Lightfoot:
Hey. You stick with me kid. Your gonna live forever.

Red Leary:
Go... f***... a duck.

Red Leary:
Because we were friends.

Melody:
I didn't get your name.

Lightfoot:
Well, I didn't give it to ya'. My name is Lightfoot.

Melody:
"Lightfoot"?

Lightfoot:
That's right.

Melody:
That's a dumb name. I mean, what kind of person would name a kid that, ya' know?

Lightfoot:
What's your name?

Melody:
Melody.

Lightfoot:
"Melody"? That's not a dumb name?... Hey, maybe we had the same father?

Thunderbolt:
What's your name, boy?

Lightfoot:
Lightfoot.

Thunderbolt:
You Indian?

Lightfoot:
Nope. Just American.

Red:
Does he know everything?

[at the same time]

Thunderbolt:
No.

Lightfoot:
Yes.

Lightfoot:
Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt and Lightfoot. That sounds like somethin'.

Thunderbolt:
You're forgetting I'm a lot older than you.

Lightfoot:
There are plenty of guys twice my age who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground.

Thunderbolt:
I won't fault you there.

[a woman runs out of a motel crying rape]

Woman in car:
You really want to stay here?

Husband:
[smiling] Why not?

[Lightfoot shows up with the van, newly dented by the girl on the motorcycle]

Red Leary:
Where'd you get the dents?

Lightfoot:
Progress. I dreamt about you last night.

Red Leary:
What about?

Lightfoot:
I dreamt you said hello to me.

Red Leary:
Don't you get smart with me. I'll break both your arms.

Lightfoot:
I'll keep that in mind.

Red Leary:
Remember what I said. John and me go back a long way. But you don't mean nothin' to me, understand? Nothin'!

Lightfoot:
What'd you try and kill him for then?

Red Leary:
Because we were friends.

Lightfoot:
[John Doherty, aka Thunderbolt, dressed in preacher's garb, has jumped into Lightfoot's stolen Trans-Am] I thought you were the heat.

John:
Do I look like heat?

Lightfoot:
You look like one crazy son-of-a-b*tch for a preacher, I'll tell you that.

Lightfoot:
Howdy. How's business?

Station Attendant:
In this business, you're always one step away from bankruptcy. Funny money, credit, speculation... Somewhere in this country's a little old lady with $79.25. The $0.05 is a buffalo nickel... If she crashes in her investment, whole thing'll collapse. General Motors, the Pentagon, the two-party system and the whole and the whole shebang... We're all running downhill. Got to keep running faster or we'll fall down.

Thunderbolt:
In small-town banks, they leave the telephone off the hook in the vault at night so the local operator can listen in.

Lightfoot:
People walk into these banks with paper sacks, fill 'em with money and walk out. Anybody can do it.

Thunderbolt:
Bullshit. The newest bank vaults have walls of reinforced concrete five feet thick, backed by six inches of steel. The vault door is stainless steel-faced. It's an inch and a half of cast steel, another 12 inches of burn-resisting steel, and another inch and a half of open-hearthed steel... A vault door has 20 bolts, each an inch in diameter. Eight on each side, two top and two bottom. This holds the door into a 16-inch steel jamb set in 18 inches of concrete. It's crosshatched by steel bars running both vertical and horizontal. This door is precision-made so you can't pour nitro between the door and the vault. If that isn't enough, there's microphones, electric eyes, pressure-sensitive mats, vibration detectors, tear gas, and even thermostats that detect the slightest rise in temperature. Still interested in banks?

Lightfoot:
I knew you weren't a preacher!

Lightfoot:
You know... you know somethin'? I don't think of us as criminals, you know? I feel we accomplished something. A good job. I feel proud of myself, man. I feel like a hero.

Thunderbolt:
Are you all right, kid? You don't look too well.

Lightfoot:
I believe you're right.

[Slumps over]

Thunderbolt:
Lightfoot!

Thunderbolt:
I don't wish to be forward, but we'd like to exchange cars with you. So the faster you get out, the better it'll be for your ass.