knife!
Now I'm...
- He's begging for mercy.
- Please, no!
I'm now taking...
His tongue is in my hand!
His tongue is in his hand?
Where's his tongue?
Jesus.
That sounded like a car door.
Don? Come in, Don.
Now from the stage
of the Grand Ole Opry...
...it's Bill Monroe and his
Blue Grass boys singing:
"Wes, Stick It Where The Sun
Don't Shine. "
Come on!
To the sleds! I want them alive. Get
those bastards! I want them back.
Let go!
- Let me drive.
- What's wrong?
You're driving like a trout
with diarrhea.
Don't start!
Wiley, move your mutts!
Every man, every weapon, follow me!
This is great. Look at that.
Those dogs are fast.
There ain't a dog alive
that'll catch this car.
Come on, let's go!
Think you were
a little wide on that turn?
I smell gas.
I'd like to get out now if I could.
I'd like out.
I don't want to die! I got to get out!
Let me out!
Good. This'll be like
shooting fish in a barrel.
Now we fire, right?
Now we wait for the support team.
I'll show you how to...
Would you move!
This car ain't worth shit.
Everybody out of the car.
Everybody back in.
They sure put one over on us.
This is the last time anybody
makes you look dumb.
Move over. I'm driving.
They're not doing anything
but taunting us. Move!
You're moving!
You're free!
Keep going!
You're free!
You're stuck!
That does it for me.
They're sneaking away.
Fire a warning shot!
- Just one.
- Check.
- Want to give me a hand?
- Well, maybe...
Don't shoot.
- Those guys are morons.
- Well-armed morons.
This is one of the neatest
times we've ever had.
- They're too far to shoot.
- Close enough.
When I go around the corner...
Hold it! Wait a minute!
Move out! And take them alive!
- Where you going?
- Queens Blvd.
What about them?
Okay.
A medal to whoever gets them!
Follow them! Forget the old fart!
Why are the dogs chasing the car?
They aren't listening!
Way to go! You're freaking them out!
Watch it!
Wiley, come now!
Oh, shit!
Stop! Stay where you are.
Nobody touch anything.
Freeze!
Our futures depend on these.
Do not read them.
You wouldn't understand.
Thank you, I got it.
These are the plans for the
reorganization of society?
May I have that?
That says you own a Minnie Pearl
takeout franchise in Detroit.
Great chicken.
New York City Municipal Bonds
due in the year 2025.
I love Broadway theatre.
You've got 5000 shares in U.S. Steel,
Christmas Club accounts...
Three books of S&H Green stamps.
I can explain.
And a catalogue with a circle around
an outdoor barbecue for 20 books.
All right!
All right.
Listen...
...I believe in America.
I'm just a simple businessman.
That's all it's about, isn't it?
Capitalism?
Making the most of an opportunity.
Know what I mean?
Give us our money back.
No refunds.
I got my receipt.
But I could make each one of you a
partner in a mini-mart in Pittsburgh.
I think I got to go now.
You really got to hand it to that guy.
I mean, economy's in the toilet
and he's making a bundle.
Guess I have to find
a sucker to buy my cabin.
You don't have to worry.
You don't own the land.
Wes has a two-year lease
on the land...
...from the Iroquois Indians.
I bet the Indians are having
some laughs about this.
I hope this isn't
a personal question...
...but where did you put Jimmy Hoffa?
It was a hype.
You injected him?
No, I didn't kill him.
Nobody else took credit. Figured
it'd do wonders for my reputation.
- You didn't kill him?
- Didn't even know him.
You kidding?
I figure they'll catch up with me
on a lot of other stuff I did.
I won't worry about it.
I have faith in our system of justice.
Could we pull the car over?
I'd like to get some air.
Maybe you'd better pull over.
Where are you going?
There's air over there by the car.
It's the same air.
Did you get sick riding in the back?
I always do.
I don't know where I'm going.
I think you're heading directly