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Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Look, we can't have a car with numbers on it. So, we're going to have to disguise the car somehow. What in the hell was that? 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. Yeah, well what can I tell you? In the pizza business, when things are slow you tend to eat the inventory. No problem, son, no problem... What in the hell was that? Only in America! Get me 12 suites, better yet, the entire floor!
Where the hookers? What? Hookers, man! Where the hookers? Come on! 1000 miles on one wheel? We're trying to win a race, not set a record! What is that? A bowling team? Ah, too much couscous! God is our co-pilot? Hey, you the one running this fleabag?
That's a good-looking piece! and cunningly disguised so it won't look like a racing car, you know. The cops would never give that a second glance! An ice cream truck! Yeah, an ice cream truck! Y'know, they gotta get there before it melts! Look, we can't have a car with numbers on it. So, we're going to have to disguise the car somehow. Evel Knievel, you've got yourself some competition! 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. Hey, you the one running this fleabag? Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Why'd he call me Shorty? 220 miles an hour and they aren't gonna get a second glance! Ah, too much couscous! I'd like to welcome you all to an event that's sometimes been called the Automotive counterpart to the Bay of Pigs.
'Cause you're small. Small. S - M - all. God is our co-pilot? Hey, you the one running this fleabag? Ah, too much couscous! He was smoking bananas. He gets very upset when he talks to 'Him'. Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Why'd he call me Shorty? Remember our car? Two seats? Where's he gonna sit? Look, we can't have a car with numbers on it. So, we're going to have to disguise the car somehow. Ah, too much couscous! What about a black Trans-Am? Nah, that's been done! Hey, you the one running this fleabag?
Jamie Blake! Yeah, you used to drive that Formula One. When high-buttoned shoes were in style! She goes both ways. The round orange moon pie with the white hat on, he'll pay for it. No problem, son, no problem... Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Where the hookers? What? Hookers, man! Where the hookers? That's a good-looking piece! and cunningly disguised so it won't look like a racing car, you know. The cops would never give that a second glance! Why'd he call me Shorty? No problem, son, no problem... You are certainly the most distinguished group of highway scofflaws and degenerates ever gathered together in one place. I'd like to welcome you all to an event that's sometimes been called the Automotive counterpart to the Bay of Pigs.