What does he mean, ‘‘dude’’? Dude ranch?
Dude, it’s a llama!
Dude, where’s my car?
It’s the car, right? Chicks love the car.
Oh, yeah, but blowing you in the backseat of your car every day after band, that was a stairway to heaven, right?
Atomic batteries to power. Turbines to speed.
High knees, high knees, high knees! Speed kills, baby! Run like the wind!
Purpose of a convoy is to keep movin’.
If it’s got hair, I can ride it. If it’s got a beat, I can dance to it.
The vehicle hasn’t been built that I can’t handle.
Whoa, whoa. You better watch what you say about my car. She’s real sensitive.
Hoss, you ain’t gonna believe this, but that crazy sumbitch just tried to drive right up under my truck!
My driving is rivaled only by the lightning bolts from the heavens!
Kerchow!!!
I didn’t get that, son, what was that?
Klaatu Barada N… Necktie… Neckturn… Nickel… It’s an “N” word, it’s definitely an “N” word! Klaatu… Barada… N…
What we got here is… failure to communicate.
Front, bow. Back, stern. If ya don’t get it right, squirt, I throw your ass out the little round window on the side.
Man overboard!
I’m a zit! Get it?