Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumbass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks. Then you can start by getting me a fucking automobile. A fucking Dodge. A fucking Toyato. A fucking Mustang. Four fucking wheels and a seat!
Rent a car agent: I really don't care for the way you are speaking to me.
Neal: And I don't appreciate how your fucking company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. Then I have to hike across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car. Right fucking now.
Rent a car agent: May I see your rental agreement?
Neal: I threw it away.
Renta car agent: Oh boy.
Neal: Oh boy what?
Renta car agent; You're fucked.
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Neal: (wakes up next to Del) Why are kissing me ear?
Owen: (totally hillbilly) I'm Owen. I'm ta drive ya ta Witchita to catch a train.
Del: We'd appreciate it.
Owen: Train don't run outta Witchita. Lessin' you a hog or a cattle. (spits large wad of tobbacco) People train runs outta Stubville.
Del: That'll be fine.
Owen: Hold on. (To his wife) Get your lazy ass out here and put these fellow luggage in the back.
Del and Neal: Oh no!! No!! That's okay we got it. It's very heavy.
Owen: She don't mind. (she gets out and slams door) She's short and skinny, but she's strong. Her first baby, come out sideways. She didn't scream or nothing.
