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Cannonball Ipsum

Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Mad Dog, you ARE going to take the shortcut to the Interstate, aren't you? You are certainly the most distinguished group of highway scofflaws and degenerates ever gathered together in one place. Why'd he call me Shorty? 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! I'd like to welcome you all to an event that's sometimes been called the Automotive counterpart to the Bay of Pigs. 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! Oh, that must've been the entry of the National Safety Council.

'Cause you're small. Small. S - M - all. How long before we stop? Eight hours! Da-D-Damn! I goota go to the john! Where the hookers? What? Hookers, man! Where the hookers? What in the hell was that? 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. 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?

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! Only in America! Get me 12 suites, better yet, the entire floor! An ice cream truck! Yeah, an ice cream truck! Y'know, they gotta get there before it melts! We're here to win, ain't we? If you're gonna be a bear, BE A GRIZZLY! Yeah, well what can I tell you? In the pizza business, when things are slow you tend to eat the inventory. Jamie Blake! Yeah, you used to drive that Formula One. When high-buttoned shoes were in style! Evel Knievel, you've got yourself some competition! Ah, too much couscous! 'Cause you're small. Small. S - M - all. What is that? A bowling team?

An ice cream truck! Yeah, an ice cream truck! Y'know, they gotta get there before it melts! Headquarters, we are still in pursuit of the black Lamborghini. Hey, you the one running this fleabag? Might be easier with your lights on. Why advertise? We've got a secret weapon. God is our co-pilot! Mad Dog, you ARE going to take the shortcut to the Interstate, aren't you? She goes both ways. The round orange moon pie with the white hat on, he'll pay for it. God is our co-pilot? He's nothing. Don't worry about him. It's the Blimp next to him! The Blimp! When he puts on that mask, he'll blow your goddamn doors off! My driving is rivaled only by the lightning bolts from the heavens! He's nothing. Don't worry about him. It's the Blimp next to him! The Blimp! When he puts on that mask, he'll blow your goddamn doors off!

What is that? A bowling team? Where the hookers? What? Hookers, man! Where the hookers? She goes both ways. The round orange moon pie with the white hat on, he'll pay for it. Look, we can't have a car with numbers on it. So, we're going to have to disguise the car somehow. How about a big, black limousine with diplomatic plates? You are certainly the most distinguished group of highway scofflaws and degenerates ever gathered together in one place. 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!