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Three young people on a road trip from Colorado to New Jersey talk to a trucker on their CB radio, then must escape when he turns out to be a psychotic killer.
Rusty Nail: Apologize. Fuller Thomas: No. Listen, you sick fuck, you pathetic, lonely, walkie-talkie, freak show motherfucker. You're not getting anything from me. Know why? Because I have something that's more powerful then your psychosis. It's called a volume knob, and the only thing I have to do to make you go away is to turn it counterclockwise. You got that? You copy that? Rusty Nail: You know, Black Sheep, you really ought to get that fixed. Fuller Thomas: Get what fixed? Rusty Nail: Your taillight.
Fuller Thomas: Do you ever miss Mom and Dad? Lewis Thomas: Yeah, I miss Mom's chocolate chip cookies, playing football with Dad on Sundays, going to... Oh wait, that somebody else's childhood. What I meant was, "No."
Fuller Thomas: Stay the fuck back, man. I've got a gun! Ice Truck Driver: And I've got a MasterCard.
Ice Truck Driver: Do you guys need help back to the main road? Fuller Thomas: No, we're okay, now that we're not murdered or anything.
Fuller Thomas: Hey, you came all the way to Salt Lake for me? Lewis Thomas: Well, you are technically still my brother.
Rusty Nail: [on the phone] Ya know what I really get a kick out of? Pretending the person I'm talking to is right next to me. Right next to me...
Local in Nebraska Bar: [to Lewis] I said, is this your bitch? Cause if it is your bitch, you better shut your bitch up. Fuller Thomas: [running towards them] Bitch, are you mouthing off again? I'm sorry man, it's just so hard to keep them in line now'a'days.
Rusty Nail: Now they know what it feels like... to be the butt-end of the joke. Your palms sweating, your face burning up. Now they know what it's like... to be the fucking punch line.
Lewis Thomas: You should call home every once in a while. You know, when you don't need bail money? Fuller Thomas: Yeah, but how often is that?
Fuller Thomas: All right, no cops 'til Jamestown. Free to speed like a mother fucker for like the next 40 miles or so.
Fuller Thomas: Come on, I know what Dad says about me behind my back. That I'm the world's biggest loser. And that's coming from a plumber! That's coming from a man who wears a lime green jumpsuit to work everyday!
[after installing the CB] Fuller Thomas: This is like some kinda prehistoric Internet.
Marine: [talking into the CB radio] Howdy, you got Black Sheep here with Mama's Boy. Who we got? over. Fuller Thomas: Can I please get a better handle than Mama's Boy? Marine: No.
Fuller Thomas: Do a woman's voice.
Venna: How afraid should I be? Fuller Thomas: More than usual.
Fuller Thomas: [Fuller and Lewis are driving] You know, with the exception of the seat spring piercing my ass, this ride's excellent.
Fuller Thomas: I have never felt like more of a pussy in my entire life.
[after Lewis intentionally runs off the road] Fuller Thomas: So, do you need me to drive, er, you good?
Rusty Nail: I was just playing.
Venna: I'm not going anywhere until somebody tells me why I should be afraid of a radio.
Fuller Thomas: Do what I do. Just remind yourself that in a hundred years you're gonna be dead. It's the closest thing I've got to a philosophy.
[about the car] Venna: Have you guys named it yet? Fuller Thomas: Not yet, but we were thinking about "Tad or Lewis's Shitty Newport".
[Over the CB radio] Rusty Nail: You know, Black Sheep, you really oughtta get that fixed. Fuller Thomas: Get what fixed? Rusty Nail: Your tail light.
Truck Stop Waitress: You want fries with that?
Lewis Thomas: He's watching us!
[after fuller has the cb radio installed] Lewis Thomas: You put a hole in my car.
Rusty Nail: Candy Cane? Hey anybody know a Candy Cane? Lewis Thomas: Rusty Nail?
Lewis Thomas: I've got a plan. Venna: What's your plan? Lewis Thomas: Let's never go back there again. Venna: Oh, I can't wait to never go back there.