Smokey and the Bandit Quotes
The Bandit is hired on to run a tractor trailer full of beer over county lines in hot pursuit by a pesky sheriff.
Buford T. Justice: [shouting at a trucker that has sheered a door off of Justice's patrol car] I saw that, you sombitch! You did that on purpose! You're going away till you're gray! I got the evidence!
Buford T. Justice: [speaks to Junior] Put the evidence in the car.
Junior: But Daddy...
Buford T. Justice: Put the *evidence* in the *car*!
[shouting to trucker again]
Buford T. Justice: I'm gonna barbeque yo' ass in molasses!
Buford T. Justice: [speaks to Junior] Put the evidence in the car.
Junior: But Daddy...
Buford T. Justice: Put the *evidence* in the *car*!
[shouting to trucker again]
Buford T. Justice: I'm gonna barbeque yo' ass in molasses!
[Communicating through the C.B. radio]
Bandit: Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please.
Buford T. Justice: Who there?
Bandit: This is Bandit Darville talkin'.
Buford T. Justice: Where are you, you sombitch?
Bandit: Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there's just one thing I wanna say. You must be part coon dog, 'cause I've been chased by the best of them, and son, you make 'em look like they're all runnin' in slow motion. I just wanna say that.
Buford T. Justice: Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer, may I say you're the goddamnedest pursuee I've ever pursued. Now that the mutual bullshit is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SOMBITCH?
Bandit: Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please.
Buford T. Justice: Who there?
Bandit: This is Bandit Darville talkin'.
Buford T. Justice: Where are you, you sombitch?
Bandit: Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there's just one thing I wanna say. You must be part coon dog, 'cause I've been chased by the best of them, and son, you make 'em look like they're all runnin' in slow motion. I just wanna say that.
Buford T. Justice: Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer, may I say you're the goddamnedest pursuee I've ever pursued. Now that the mutual bullshit is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SOMBITCH?
Bandit: [Bandit and Frog walking through the wooded area] When you tell somebody somethin', it depends on what part of the country you're standin' in... as to just how dumb you are.
Carrie: Mr Bandit, you have a lyrical way of cutting through the bullshit.
Bandit: And you have a unique way with the English language, Miss Frog.
Carrie: Mr Bandit, you have a lyrical way of cutting through the bullshit.
Bandit: And you have a unique way with the English language, Miss Frog.
Bandit: [walks up the steps to Cletus's house, where his wife, whose hair is in huge curlers, is standing in the doorway] Well, well, well, hello, Beautiful.
[she stares at him with a stern look on her face]
Bandit: How about 'Gorgeous?'
Waynette Snow: You can't have him.
Bandit: Well, obviously, *you* can.
[indicates the gaggle of kids]
Bandit: What are you tryin' to do, start another race?
[pushes past her and into the house]
Waynette Snow: Look, you got Cledus in jail once! Leave us alone!
One of the Snow kids: [climbs on Bandit's back] Hi, Uncle Bandit!
Waynette Snow: He ain't your damned uncle!
[steps on the dog, who whimpers]
Waynette Snow: One of you damned kids, get this dog out of here!
[Bandit keeps walking toward the bedroom, where Cletus is sleeping]
Waynette Snow: Dammit, Bandit, *look at me!*
Bandit: [stops and turns wearily] I find it hard to look at you, Waynette, very hard. Especially when you've got those things in your hair. Makes me think you're listening to a radio station in Savannah.
[she stares at him with a stern look on her face]
Bandit: How about 'Gorgeous?'
Waynette Snow: You can't have him.
Bandit: Well, obviously, *you* can.
[indicates the gaggle of kids]
Bandit: What are you tryin' to do, start another race?
[pushes past her and into the house]
Waynette Snow: Look, you got Cledus in jail once! Leave us alone!
One of the Snow kids: [climbs on Bandit's back] Hi, Uncle Bandit!
Waynette Snow: He ain't your damned uncle!
[steps on the dog, who whimpers]
Waynette Snow: One of you damned kids, get this dog out of here!
[Bandit keeps walking toward the bedroom, where Cletus is sleeping]
Waynette Snow: Dammit, Bandit, *look at me!*
Bandit: [stops and turns wearily] I find it hard to look at you, Waynette, very hard. Especially when you've got those things in your hair. Makes me think you're listening to a radio station in Savannah.
Branford's Deputy: You know something Sheriff?
Sheriff Branford: What?
Branford's Deputy: If J.W. don't get outta my way I'm gonna pass him.
Sheriff Branford: Where in the woods? Listen I don't care if your dad is the mayor, you wreck this car; it's commin out of your pay.
Branford's Deputy: Yeah but Sheriff he's getting away.
Sheriff Branford: Son he's not going anywhere. The Mulberry Bridge has been dismantled for the past 6 months.
Sheriff Branford: What?
Branford's Deputy: If J.W. don't get outta my way I'm gonna pass him.
Sheriff Branford: Where in the woods? Listen I don't care if your dad is the mayor, you wreck this car; it's commin out of your pay.
Branford's Deputy: Yeah but Sheriff he's getting away.
Sheriff Branford: Son he's not going anywhere. The Mulberry Bridge has been dismantled for the past 6 months.
Mr. B, Tanker Truck Driver: Bandit? This is Mr B., and I'm gearjammin' this rollin' refinery, you got another smokey on the rubber?
Mr. B, Tanker Truck Driver: Come ahead, Bandit. We'll slip you into the rockin' chair, play a little hide-and-seek.
Mr. B, Tanker Truck Driver: The welcome mat is out, and you're comin' home.
Mr. B, Tanker Truck Driver: Come ahead, Bandit. We'll slip you into the rockin' chair, play a little hide-and-seek.
Mr. B, Tanker Truck Driver: The welcome mat is out, and you're comin' home.
Buford T. Justice: Breaker, breaker for the Bandit.
Bandit: Come on back, breaker.
Buford T. Justice: Bandit I got a smokey report for you. Come on!
Bandit: Well, talk to me good buddy.
Buford T. Justice: You got trouble comin...
Bandit: Well what's your handle son, and what's your twenty?
Buford T. Justice: My handle's Smokey Bear and I'm tail-grabbin yo ass right now!
Bandit: Come on back, breaker.
Buford T. Justice: Bandit I got a smokey report for you. Come on!
Bandit: Well, talk to me good buddy.
Buford T. Justice: You got trouble comin...
Bandit: Well what's your handle son, and what's your twenty?
Buford T. Justice: My handle's Smokey Bear and I'm tail-grabbin yo ass right now!
Carrie: Actually, my heaviest relationship was with an acid-rock singer... named Robert Crumly. We were together, oh, eight-and-a-half days. God, I really thought that was it.
Bandit: And?
Carrie: One day, I came home and found him in the shower... with a girl... and her mother!
Bandit: Well, at least he kept it in the family.
Bandit: And?
Carrie: One day, I came home and found him in the shower... with a girl... and her mother!
Bandit: Well, at least he kept it in the family.
Cledus Snow: [over CB about Carrie's dress] Hey, is she wearing a
[pause]
Cledus Snow: *wedding dress*?
Bandit: [Carrie throws dress out of the car since she has changed into jeans and a shirt] She was.
Cledus Snow: What's she wearing now? Come back. Hey, you got peanut butter or somethin' in your ears? Tell me what that girl's got on. Her mind!
[laughs Earthily]
Cledus Snow: 10-4.
[pause]
Cledus Snow: *wedding dress*?
Bandit: [Carrie throws dress out of the car since she has changed into jeans and a shirt] She was.
Cledus Snow: What's she wearing now? Come back. Hey, you got peanut butter or somethin' in your ears? Tell me what that girl's got on. Her mind!
[laughs Earthily]
Cledus Snow: 10-4.
Cledus Snow: [whistles]
[hears a police motorcycle siren]
Cledus Snow: Oh, no! Hey, Bandit, Hey, Bandit, listen to this!
Cledus Snow: [siren blares out of Bandit's CB] You know who that is? That be the Evel Knievel. He snuck in my back door when I wasn't lookin'. You better flip-flop back here and gimme' a hand, son, or we gonna be in a heap of trouble. Please roger that transmission!
Bandit: Hold on to Fred, son! Here comes the cavalry!
[hears a police motorcycle siren]
Cledus Snow: Oh, no! Hey, Bandit, Hey, Bandit, listen to this!
Cledus Snow: [siren blares out of Bandit's CB] You know who that is? That be the Evel Knievel. He snuck in my back door when I wasn't lookin'. You better flip-flop back here and gimme' a hand, son, or we gonna be in a heap of trouble. Please roger that transmission!
Bandit: Hold on to Fred, son! Here comes the cavalry!
Bandit: Cledus, get the money.
Cledus Snow: Yeah, how 'bout the money?
Little Enos: How 'bout double or nothin'?
Cledus Snow: How 'bout forgettin' it?
Bandit: Wait a minute. What about double or nothin'?
Little Enos: You run up to Boston, and bring back some clam chowder for me and my daddy.
Carrie: You're on.
Bandit: Uh, you're on.
Big Enos: In 18 hours?
Bandit: You're still on.
Cledus Snow: WHAT? You're *crazy*! And I'm *divorced*!
Cledus Snow: Yeah, how 'bout the money?
Little Enos: How 'bout double or nothin'?
Cledus Snow: How 'bout forgettin' it?
Bandit: Wait a minute. What about double or nothin'?
Little Enos: You run up to Boston, and bring back some clam chowder for me and my daddy.
Carrie: You're on.
Bandit: Uh, you're on.
Big Enos: In 18 hours?
Bandit: You're still on.
Cledus Snow: WHAT? You're *crazy*! And I'm *divorced*!
Cledus Snow: Atlanta to Texarkana and back in twenty eight hours? That ain't never been done before, not in no rig.
Bandit: That's cause *we* ain't never done it in no rig. You got to stop thinkin so negative son, we aint not never made it yet have we?
Cledus Snow: Well no...
Bandit: Well alright.
[hops up into trailer]
Bandit: That's cause *we* ain't never done it in no rig. You got to stop thinkin so negative son, we aint not never made it yet have we?
Cledus Snow: Well no...
Bandit: Well alright.
[hops up into trailer]
Cledus Snow: Hey Bandit. Me an' Fred's got a question.
Bandit: What you an' Fred want?
Cledus Snow: How come we doin' this?
Bandit: Well why not?
Cledus Snow: Well they said it couldn't be done.
Bandit: Well thats the reason, son!
Cledus Snow: [shrugs] That's good with Fred. We're clear.
Bandit: [laughing] Ten-four
Bandit: What you an' Fred want?
Cledus Snow: How come we doin' this?
Bandit: Well why not?
Cledus Snow: Well they said it couldn't be done.
Bandit: Well thats the reason, son!
Cledus Snow: [shrugs] That's good with Fred. We're clear.
Bandit: [laughing] Ten-four
Cledus Snow: Hey, we really ought to pay somebody for that mess we made.
Bandit: [Hands Cledus notepad and pen] I got that all figured out. Just tell em to send the bill to Big Enos Burdette.
[Gets in car and drives off]
Cledus Snow: [writing a note] Send bill to Big Enos Burdette; Burdette; B, Ber, B-u-r...
[sees Bandit take off]
Cledus Snow: Hell, I got to go!
[leaves without finishing note]
Bandit: [Hands Cledus notepad and pen] I got that all figured out. Just tell em to send the bill to Big Enos Burdette.
[Gets in car and drives off]
Cledus Snow: [writing a note] Send bill to Big Enos Burdette; Burdette; B, Ber, B-u-r...
[sees Bandit take off]
Cledus Snow: Hell, I got to go!
[leaves without finishing note]
