Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to Philadelphia by...
- Hi... - I'll do the talking, Victor.
Camel.
Now get off my case. I'm late for my plane.
- You got it? - Yes, Mr. Compton.
(Victor) Maybe you should slow this down just a little bit!
(All jeer)
(Engine turns over, fails)
(Hui) Route 66. Ha-ha!
Damn, I hope so.
I think I'm gonna call the Greek and put another 10,000 on us.
when we said we were going to California.
We have to get the senator's wife to California in 72 hours.
You want to talk or do you want a bet?
(Tires screech)
(Coughs) I'm honored, sir!
Keep the change.
- Do you mind if I have a cigarette? - Go ahead. They're your lungs.
Let's go get a beer first.
I don't want to talk about... Victor, Beauty. Beauty, Victor.
(? Sings Dr Pepper jingle)
WELL HELLO HOT PANTS! I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE TUCKED DOWN IN THERE SOMEWHERE, DO YOU?
(Laughter)
We were just looking for Cannonb...
(JJ) Victor. (Victor) I know.
The board will have to permit me this one indulgence to my ego.
the automotive counterpart to the Bay of Pigs.
(Both speak foreign language)
- Better yet, the entire floor. - Yes, sir.
It's not important. Move along, if you would.
Your ass!
(? Theme music)
Hey, JJ, you'll never believe what just happened to him!
I know. But the only problem we got now,
No, of course not.
What, are you crazy, Greek?
Thank you so much, Officer. We really do appreciate that warning.
California?
JJ, you want me to start the examination right away?
We got no brakes!
- (Van Helsing sings) - Hey, maybe I could be the patient.
Thank you, good sisters.
fffgff
Watch this!
What about those two?
I'll take care of this one.
(Slurs) Damn you. Next time, Methodist. You understand? Methodist!
Allah be praised, dear sister.
(Laughter)
(Rapid bleeping)
Knock 'em flat out.
It only hurts when I point
I warned you not to interfere in my affairs.
(Continues singing)
It's still in syndication, you know.
I wish I had a friend like that.
Steven, put away... Seymour. Excuse me.
Wait, I'm not...
Excuse me.
That's a million dollars. Ha-ha! If you win.
it was at least 180 in the shade, not that there was much shade.
.
(Moans) Oh, yes, there! There!
He can say that, he can say that
- Wait till he touches that lighter. - (Victor laughs wheezily)
- The car will be there, correct? - Yes, Mr. Compton.
Make that California, will you?
That's the way it's done.
No, what?
(Slurs) Old pal of mine, are we all set for California?
That you can lie under them on a moonlit night
Juliette.
(Tires screech)
He gets very upset when he talks to... him.
You're a man.
(Hui exclaims)
(JJ) I'm gonna pull in here and get some beer, all right?
(Cheering, laughter)
- No. - Zei gezunt, Mama.
I don't suppose you have a driver's license tucked down in there somewhere, do you?
- She's, uh... She's very sick. - There's not a hospital within 50 miles.
Evel Knievel... you've got yourself some competition!
(Laughter)
You may be a little overqualified for this job.
Where’s he going to sit Jason??
These people make terrorists look like the Sisters of Charity.
That's true.
We're gonna win!
You know that. You don't need a motorcycle. You need the Super Chief.
and telling those people all about us, back in Missouri,
UCLA?
Thank you, asshole
- with the leaves gently blowing... - (Victor) JJ?
Would you mind?
- Now, what do you think of that? - (Laughter)
(Engine revs)
You're so macho.
*Coughs*
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!
After checking my schedule, I find I'll be able to make the journey.
- Stock. - Sign here.
- (Car horn blares) - (Tires screech)
(Man) Mark.