Trucks

June:
Remind me, what am I doing here?

Brad:
I know this isn't the French Riviera, honey.

June:
How would I know, no-one ever takes me there.

Ray:
You the Yeagers?

June:
Used to be, you're meeting the budget version.

Ray:
Get back inside!

Trucker Bob:
No way.

Ray:
[he points the gun at him] Now!

Trucker Bob:
You're bluffin', and I know it.

Logan:
Dad, it's too quiet here.

Trucker Bob:
I got a little present for ya!

Trucker Pete:
My truck, that is my truck you bastard!

Jack:
There was no-one driving, no-one.

Thad:
There had to be someone driving with their head down, trucks don't drive by themselves!

George:
They're talking to each other!

Rescue helicopter:
Just hang on, folks. I repeat, just hang on.

Hazmat Worker 2:
[to his partner] Hey. I better go check on our equipment.

Hazmat Worker 1:
[to his partner/sarcasm] You better suit-up, Buddy. I'll go check on the gear.

ill-fated Mailman:
Veeeery cute. Alright, kid... come on out right now!

Hazmat Worker 2:
Hey, what the hell are we moppin' up here anyway?

Hazmat Worker 1:
[amazed] Damn! That was fast! What'chew do, man? Cut yourself or somthin'?

Tanker Truck Driver:
[throwing arms over face/screaming] AHHHHHHH!

Electrician:
[angry/shouting] I'm gonna kick your ass! You son of a b*tch!

Electrician:
[calling/shouting] Help! I need some help up here! Help!

Hazmat Worker 1, Hazmat Worker 2:
[at the sametime] What the hell?

Hazmat Worker 1:
Sh*t!

Hazmat Worker 1:
[to his partner, uneasy/funny] BC9-72?

Hazmat Worker 2:
Looks like something out of a goddamn Area-51 to me.

Hazmat Worker 1:
No. This is that Chemical Warefare stuff we ain't suppose to be making anymore.