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Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Come on! 1000 miles on one wheel? We're trying to win a race, not set a record! Only in America! Get me 12 suites, better yet, the entire floor! But don't you ever tell me where you found him. Ever. What in the hell was that? Evel Knievel, you've got yourself some competition! Jamie Blake! Yeah, you used to drive that Formula One. When high-buttoned shoes were in style! Remember our car? Two seats? Where's he gonna sit? We're here to win, ain't we? If you're gonna be a bear, BE A GRIZZLY!

What is that? A bowling team? But don't you ever tell me where you found him. Ever. An ice cream truck! Yeah, an ice cream truck! Y'know, they gotta get there before it melts! No problem, son, no problem... Remember our car? Two seats? Where's he gonna sit? My driving is rivaled only by the lightning bolts from the heavens! Mad Dog, you ARE going to take the shortcut to the Interstate, aren't you?

What about a black Trans-Am? Nah, that's been done! Yeah, and we're going to stay in pursuit until we catch them. Of course you know certain sceptics note that perhaps 10,000 of the nations's most elite highway patrolmen are out there waiting for us after we start, but let's stay positively: Think of the fact that there's not one state in the 50 that has the death penalty for speeding... although I'm not so sure about Ohio. When you don't want him he's around! When you want him he's not around! I'm gonna go get a beer! DA-DA-DUM! He was smoking bananas. He gets very upset when he talks to 'Him'. But don't you ever tell me where you found him. Ever.

Pumps one and two, hit 'em! Remember our car? Two seats? Where's he gonna sit? Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Pumps one and two, hit 'em! We've got a secret weapon. God is our co-pilot! Pumps one and two, hit 'em! We're here to win, ain't we? If you're gonna be a bear, BE A GRIZZLY!

She goes both ways. The round orange moon pie with the white hat on, he'll pay for it. My driving is rivaled only by the lightning bolts from the heavens! 'Cause you're small. Small. S - M - all. Where the hookers? What? Hookers, man! Where the hookers? I'd like to welcome you all to an event that's sometimes been called the Automotive counterpart to the Bay of Pigs. No problem, son, no problem... Only in America! Get me 12 suites, better yet, the entire floor! 220 miles an hour and they aren't gonna get a second glance! Remember our car? Two seats? Where's he gonna sit?