LANDINGS!
Man: HAVE A NICE DAY,
OFFICER.
Woman: TAKE IT EASY!
HAVE A NICE DRIVE!
¶ WON'T YOU
MOVE ON OVER, MAMA? ¶
¶ COME ON
AND MAKE SOME ROOM FOR ME ¶
¶ JUMP IN THE BACK
OF MY OLD PONTIAC ¶
¶ AND I'LL DRIVE YOU
TO TENNESSEE ¶
¶ I'LL PUSH THAT PEDAL
DOWN TO THE FLOOR ¶
¶ TURN THE RADIO UP
ALL THE WAY ¶
¶ KEEP THIS CAR
IN OVERDRIVE ¶
¶ AND WE'LL LET THAT
ROCK 'N ROLL PLAY ¶
¶ WHOA! ¶
THANK YOU VERY MUCH,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
WE APPRECIATE IT.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
STICK AROUND, GET DRUNK,
AND BE SOMEBODY.
THANK YOU.
OH. SO WHERE--OH.
[JOCKO IMITATES
BRAKES SQUEALING]
HE'S GOING 75
IN SECOND GEAR.
HE SAYS, "WHERE'S
THAT DAMN DOG NOW?"
HE SAYS, "HE'S
RIGHT ALONGSIDE."
HE SAYS, "WELL, SHIT,
I'LL JUST GIVE HIM--"
HE JUST FLOORS
THAT SON OF BITCH.
WILL YOU SHUT UP?
THAT TABLE SURE IS LOUD
OVER THERE.
MAKING A LOT OF NOISE.
OLD BLUE
IS RIGHT ALONGSIDE,
AND THIS GODDAMN TRUCK
IS COMING.
I'LL TELL YOU, I GOT
50 CENTS IN THE JUKEBOX.
I CAN'T HEAR IT. LET'S
GET OUR MONEY'S WORTH.
THE OLD MAN SAYS, "WELL,
THAT'S HIS ASSHOLE.
SEE, HE AIN'T USED
TO THEM QUICK STOPS."
HEY, GRANDDAD.
HEY, GRANDDAD, I GOT
50 CENTS IN THAT JUKEBOX,
AND ALL I CAN HEAR
IS YOUR MOUTH FLAPPING.
WHAT'D YOU SAY, SON?
I'M A MITE DEAF.
I SAID I'VE GOT 50 CENTS
IN THAT JUKEBOX,
AND ALL I CAN HEAR
IS YOUR MOUTH FLAPPING!
DID YOU HEAR THAT?
NOW WE FIGURE
YOU OWE US 50 CENTS.
YOU GUYS
FROM OUT OF TOWN?
UH-HUH. HOUSTON.
OH, YEAH? WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?
CONVENTION.
CONVENTION?
WHAT KIND OF CONVENTION?
A CONVENTION OF ASSHOLES?
A SWAT CONVENTION.
A SWAT CONVENTION.
SWAT TEAM?
THEY GOING
TO SWAT FLIES?
YOU KNOW HOW TO SAVE
A POLICEMAN FROM DROWNING?
Cully: NO.
GOOD.
WHAT ABOUT
MY 50 CENTS, PARTNER?
STANLEY.
CAN I BORROW
YOUR HARD HAT?
SURE.
I'LL GET YOU
YOUR 50 CENTS.
EXCUSE ME.
THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB
FOR THE GOLDEN HELMET.
IF YOU WANTED
TO MAKE SOMEBODY
LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE,
BOY, YOU SURE DID.
THAT WAS YOU.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8...
9, 10, 11, 12.
6 AGAINST 12.
7.
7 AGAINST 12.
WELL...
LOOKS LIKE
IT'S A LITTLE UNEVEN.
YOU GUYS WILL HAVE
TO GO BACK TO HOUSTON
AND GET SOME MORE GUYS.
WE MAY BE IN TROUBLE.
WE ARE DEFINITELY
IN TROUBLE.
HOLY SHIT!
A FIGHT!
WHAT'S THAT?
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT,
WAIT, WAIT.
GIVE ME A HAND WILL YOU?
CUTE. REALLY CUTE.
OH! HOW RUDE!
THANK YOU.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
LOOK OUT THERE!
HEY, WE'RE GETTIN' A LITTLE OLD
FOR THIS KIND OF SHIT, AIN'T WE?
THAT'S RIGHT.
LET'S GO GET
SOME SEXY--OH!
LISTEN, FUDGE NUTS,
YOU AIN'T EVER GONNA LEARN,
ARE YOU, DUMMY?
WILLARD! JEFFREY!
GET THIS SON OF A BITCH!
IT'S A BIRD!
IT'S A PLANE!
IT'S
SUPER HOOPER!
OH, WELL.
ANOTHER NIGHT,
NO PROFITS.
MULE, GET OUT THERE
AND STOP THAT.
YES, MA'AM.
GET 'EM, MULE.
WAIT, WAIT!
I THINK HE'S GOUGING ME!
Owner: BOUNCERS!
THROW 'EM OUT!
OH, SHIT!
GOD DANG!
IS THAT FUN!
WHOO! LET'S GO!
LET'S GO BACK
IN THERE.
ARE YOU CRAZY?
LET'S JUST STAY HERE
AND TALK ABOUT IT.
Man: I CAN'T LET THEM
DO THAT TO ME.
ARE YOU CRAZY?
NO! COME ON!
COME ON.
YOU WERE REALLY GRACEFUL
IN THERE TONIGHT, KID.
WHERE'D YOU LEARN
TO FIGHT LIKE THAT?
Kid: I WAS ON
THE OLYMPIC BOXING TEAM.
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW
TO THROW A MAN OUTTA HERE!
I'VE BEEN GETTING
THROWN OUT OF HERE SINCE...
BEFORE YOU WERE
GOD DAMN BORN!
ALL RIGHT!
ALL RIGHT!
HEY!
Jocko: MAN, THESE FIGHTS
AIN'T WORTH A SHIT ANYMORE.
Jocko:
KID, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
Kid: DELMORE...
SHIDSKI.
WHAT'S THAT
LAST NAME AGAIN?
SHIDSKI.
HOW DO YOU
SPELL THAT?
OOH! COMING DOWN!
HUH? S-H-I-D...
...S-K-I.
WE'LL JUST CALL HIM
"SKI."
HEY, THE NIGHT'S
TOO QUIET,
AND IT'S TOO YOUNG
TO QUIT!
AND IT'S...
AND IT'S TOO DAMN MEAN
IN THERE.
LET'S GO SOMEPLACE ELSE.
LET'S GO GET
SOME LOVIN'.
THANKS A LOT, TIM.
CATCH YOU NEXT TIME.
RIGHT.
Jocko: SHIT, THAT WASN'T
ANY KIND OF A FIGHT.
LET'S GO ON UP TO THE RANCH
AND SHOW HIM YOUR STUNT REEL.
YOU GOT
A STUNT REEL?
HEY,