Smokey and the Bandit (1977)

Mike Henry: Junior

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Quotes 

• Sheriff Branford : The fact that you are a sheriff is not germane to the situation.

  Buford T. Justice : The goddamn Germans got nothin' to do with it.

  Junior : What did he say?

  Buford T. Justice : SHUT UP! ONE SHIT AT A TIME!

  Junior : All right.

• Buford T. Justice : [shouting at a trucker that has sheared a door off his patrol car]  I saw that, you sumbitch! You did that on purpose! You're going away till you're gray! I got the evidence!

  Buford T. Justice : [speaks to Junior]  Put the evidence in the car.

  Junior : But, Daddy...

  Buford T. Justice : Put the *evidence* in the *car*!

  [shouting to trucker again] 

  Buford T. Justice : I'm gonna barbecue yo' ass in molasses!

• Buford T. Justice : [driving through wind]  Hold my hat for me!

  [Junior obliges, but loses his own hat] 

  Junior : My hat blew off, Daddy.

  Buford T. Justice : I hope your goddamn head was in it!

• Junior : [waiting for the "funeral procession]  Damn, he had a lot of friends, didn't he?

  Buford T. Justice : If they'd a cremated the sum-bitch. I could be kickin' that Mr. Bandit's ass around the moon by now.

• [Communicating through the C.B. radio] 

  Bandit : Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please.

  Buford T. Justice : Who there?

  Bandit : This is Bandit Darville talkin'.

  Buford T. Justice : Where are you, you sumbitch?

  Bandit : Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there's just one thing I wanna say. You must be part coon-dog, 'cause I've been chased by the best of them, and son, you make 'em look like they're all runnin' in slow motion. I just wanna say that.

  Buford T. Justice : Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer, may I say you're the goddamnedest pursuee I've ever pursued. Now that the mutual bullshit is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SUMBITCH?

  Bandit : Well, I'm right down at the bottom of the hill, Sheriff. I'm about 6-foot-8, in a cowboy outfit, got a little pygmy standing right beside me dressed just like me. You can't miss me. 10-4.

  [Buford looks down the hill] 

  Bandit : You know what? Scratch that. I can't lie to you, Sheriff. You're too good a man. Look over your left shoulder.

  [Buford turns, and sees the Bandit] 

  Bandit : We're on our way to Boston to pick up some clam chowder. Bye-bye!

  Carrie : No hard feelings, Junior!

  [the Bandit drives off, but Buford follows on his wreck of a car] 

  Buford T. Justice : I'm not givin' up! I'm not givin' up! I'm never gonna give up! I'm never gonna give up! I'll get you, you sumbitch!

  Junior : [running after the car]  Daddy, wait for me! Don't leave me! Who's gonna hold your hat?

• Buford T. Justice : [shouting out of a restaurant to Junior waiting in the car]  You want something?

  Junior : Hushpuppies, Daddy!

  Buford T. Justice : We got no time for that crap!

  [mutters under his breath] 

  Buford T. Justice : Dumb sumbitch...

• Buford T. Justice : Nobody, and I mean NOBODY makes Sheriff Buford T. Justice look like a possum's pecker.

  Junior : Except for that...

  Buford T. Justice : Shut your ass.

• Buford T. Justice : Apprehend that horse ass for reckless driving!

  Junior : But, Daddy...

  Buford T. Justice : Do what I tell you, you pile of monkey nuts!

• [last lines] 

  Junior : [running after Sheriff Justice's car]  Daddy! Wait! Who's gonna hold your hat?

• Junior : Daddy, the top came off!

  Buford T. Justice : No shit!