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The original characters from the first Cannonball movie race across the country once more in various cars and trucks.
Shiek: Here is to good luck. May it all be mine.
Don Canneloni: In the past, the Canneloni family was the most powerful of the families. We controlled drugs, prostitution, extortion, prostitution, gambling... Slim: Uh, you said 'prostitution' twice. Don Canneloni: Well, I like it.
Fenderbaum: It's General Patton and general admission. [He and Blake laugh] J.J. McClure: Heckle and Jeckle dressed as cops. They oughta arrest their minds for vagrancy.
[Jill and Marcie are looking under the hood of their car. Mack is gazing at their breasts] Marcie: Does it look bad? Mack: Not from where I'm standing. Jill: Oh, can you fix it then? Mack: Honey, I've got a tool that'll fix anything.
J.J. McClure: What line did you say you were from? Betty: The Order of Imaculate Chastity. Victor: The Order of Imaculate Chastity? I read the bible all the time. In fact, I once read the bible that was printed on the head of a pin. That was hard. But, I've never heard of the Order of Imaculate... Veronica: You have to read the New Testament. In fact, it's not even the New Testament. It's the New... uh... Betty: New Wave.
Victor: My Aunt Millie took a vow of chastity. She had headaches *allllll* the time.
King: How come you have a blond, blue-eyed slave? Shiek: He's an actor. Hasn't had a series in seven years. The Slapper: Nine.
J.J. McClure: I need a girl. Victor: Yeah, me too. J.J. McClure: You? Victor: Sure. Hey, J.J., I'm not a eunuch, you know. J.J. McClure: Of course you're not a eunuch. Don't put yourself down like that. You have a striking resemblance to a eunuch but... [Both laugh] J.J. McClure: Just kidding.
Don Don Canneloni: Can I buy you a drink? Fenderbaum: But of course. Don Don Canneloni: Cherice? Cherice? [Don Don looks over and sees the fight taking place] Don Don Canneloni: Oh, they seem to be so busy.
[From the blooper reel at the end of the film] Captain Chaos: The Cannonball Run is a race from Connecticut to your ass.
Fenderbaum: I been called a lot of things but I ain't never been called no commie. Blake: I ain't even a Democrat!
Blake: Don't you worry, 'cause you know what I'm gonna do? Fenderbaum: What? Blake: I'm gonna take this car, and I'm gonna turn so that I block the whole highway sideways. And when they come, they're gonna have a choice, either to ditch it, or ram right straight into us. Fenderbaum: Yeah. Yeah. Ditch it or... ram STRAIGHT INTO US? Blake: Yup.
Blake, Fenderbaum: [in unison] J.J. That son of a bitch!
Don Canneloni: And now, the Rigatonis, the Tortellinis, the Fettuchinis, and even the Raviolis are bigger than we are. And why? Tony: High interest rates. Sonny: Acid rain. Slim: Japanese imports. Caesar: Uh... uh... none of the above. Don Canneloni: No. No. No. Youse mugs already know the answer. Caesar: Gee, boss, if I knew there was gonna be a test, I would've studied.
Victor: [J.J. has just performed a dangerous stunt] I figured it out. If we do this ten times a day, by the end of the year, we'll be billionaires. [Victor tears up a telegram] J.J. McClure: What is that? Victor: Oh, don't worry about that. It's the Cannonball race. It's on again. A million dollars is the first prize. But don't you worry, we'll be billionaires. [J.J. picks up a handful of hay and stuffs it into Victor's mouth] Victor: What did I say? J.J. McClure: You want me to do this ten times a day? Victor: Nine? [J.J. stuffs another handful of hay in his mouth] Victor: What a grouch!
[while Terry and Mel try to get a car from Cal, the chimp plays with the phone] Uncle Cal: Stop it, boy! I told you not to play with the phone! [Cal hangs up the phone] Uncle Cal: Damn chimp costs me three hundred a month in wrong numbers. [the chimp starts throwing things at Cal] Uncle Cal: Hey! Stop it, you primate! That's it, I've had it with you! 'Scuse me, boys. I need to teach this boy some manners. Hey, son. [Cal hits the chimp with his hat. The chimp hits him back and knocks him across the room] Uncle Cal: Now you stepped in it. [Cal engages in a slap fight with the chimp and ultimately loses] Uncle Cal: [to Mel and Terry] Boys, I got one condition on your needs. I'm gonna give you the limo, but only if you take this hairy son of a bitch with you!
Marcie: Can you imagine the stories J.J.'s making up about last night? He's driving poor old Victor crazy. Jill: Yeah, well poor old Victor's buying every word of it. Marcie: Well, what he doesn't know ain't gonna hurt us. Jill: Never has.
King: I order you back to America to win the Cannonball Run. I give you one last chance because you are my only son with a driver's license. Shiek: But, Pop, there is no Cannonball Run this year. King: So, buy one.
Tony: We've put our heads together, and we've decided we're gonna rip off the Arab, on the road, during the car race. Don Don Canneloni: Oh, you put your heads together, huh? IT MUST'VE SOUNDED LIKE A BOWLING ALLEY.
Blake: Is the Blimp driving? Fenderbaum: No, it's the General. Blake: The General? Oh, I'm gonna make a private outta him.
Captain Chaos: J.J... Long time, no see. J.J. McClure: Nice to see you, Captain Chaos. Captain Chaos: Have no fear, 'Him' is here.
Blake: We're gonna die. We're gonna die, we're gonna die. What do you think they're gonna do to us? Fenderbaum: I don't know what they're gonna do to you, but since Mr. T ain't here, I'll be too busy licking their boots to see.
[the last team finally arrives] Race Official: Forget it, guys. You're four hours and fifteen martinis late.
CHP Officer 1: I think we got 'em right between us. Just pull out and block the damn road. [the Lamborghini races by the second CHP before he can do anything] CHP Officer 2: Got any more bright ideas?
Don Don Canneloni: Hymie Kaplan. What a surprise. Ooh, ohh, wow. You look great. So, what brings you to the Pinto Ranch? Business or pleasure? Hymie Kaplan: May I have a chair? Don Don Canneloni: Oh, certainly. [Hymie picks up a chair and smashes it over his henchman who doesn't even flinch] Don Don Canneloni: Oh. It's business.
CHP Officer: What are you boys trying to pull? J.J. McClure: There's been a nuclear meltdown and we're transporting some contaminated materials to Connecticut. CHP Officer: Well, why Connecticut? J.J. McClure: They ran out.
Jill: You know, Marcie, we've got this routine down. Marcie: Yeah. I think we're ready for the Cannonball. Jill: Oh, I think so. How far is Redondo beach? Marcie: 150 miles. Jill: Hah. An hour flat. Marcie: What're we waiting for? Both: LET'S GO.
Sheriff: Get off the road, fat boy, before you get run over.
Hymie Kaplan: Friend or foe? Arnold: Guess.
[Blake presents his date with two empty martini glasses] Blake: When I make a dry martini, I make a dry martini.
Slim: Okay, you'll tell us. Blake: We're gonna race to Connecticut and the one that wins gets a million dollars in cash. Tony: Only a moron would back up a race like that! Shiek: [the Shiek enters] Ah, Fenderbaum and Blake. Good to see you! You should be sleeping at this hour. Remember, we leave at noon tomorrow. Shiek: [Fenderbaum directs the Shiek's attention to the Cannelonis] Wingtips? Barbarians! Come, come! Shiek: [the Shiek hands Caesar a handful of money] Buy yourself a decent clothing store. Infidels! Blake: [the Shiek leaves] That was the moron. Caesar: You know, these liars could be telling the truth.
Jill: Aw, come on. It'll be a weekend you'll never forget. Mechanic: All three of us? Marcie: It's gonna be a weekend you can tell your kids about. If they're all boys.