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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 sombitch?"
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 SOMBITCH?"
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Buford T. Justice: [to his son] "There's no way, *no* way that you came from *my* loins. Soon as I get home, first thing I'm gonna do is punch yo mamma in da mouth!"
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Alabama State Trooper: "Did you see that? They went right through our roadblock!"
Buford T. Justice: "You som'bitches couldn't close an umbrella!"
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Buford T. Justice: "I'm gonna barbeque yo' ass in molasses!"
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