Rabbit: A number one top gun, in the name of justice, John Q. Public can trust us. Hail to thee dear old Paroon, hail to thee.
All: Hail to thee!
Rabbit: Hail to thee!

Holy shit, it's a cool Winnebago.

Rabbit

Rabbit: See, a lot of drug dealers use stickers to mark their products. Like a brand name.
Farva: See? Where'd you learn that, Cheech? Drug school?
Captain O'Hagan: Shut up, Farva.
[to Rabbit]
Captain O'Hagan: Did that bag you pulled off these college kids have that sticker?
Rabbit: Uummm... [looks at a bag he hid in his pocket] I don't believe it did.

Mac: How's your shooting, Thorny?
Thorny: Good. I've been dead on all morning.
Mac: What about that little guy?
[points to bullet hole in shooting target's neck]
Thorny: Who, that little guy? I wouldn't worry about that little guy.

Your mother should've swallowed you, Rando!

Mac

Foster: [explaining his low number of tickets issued] I can't make them speed!
Captain O'Hagan: Try hiding.

I'm OK... but I can't say the same for these white devils.

Thorny

Captain O'Hagan: Well, this burger thing with Farva's really screwed our pooch.
Thorny: What? They can't lump us in with that fuckin' martian!

Thorny: Say Farva, you wanna take this dispatch?
Farva: Hell, yeah!
Thorny: Yeah, I bet you would.

You gonna set my country music award on fire?

Rabbit

Thorny: [after pulling car over] Do you know how fast you were going back there?
College Kid 1: Umm... 65?
Thorny: 63.
College Kid 1: But... isn't the speed limit 65?
Thorny: Yeah. It is.
College Kid 2: [stoned] I'm freakin' out, man!

Thorny: You smell something, Rabbit?
Rabbit: *sniff sniff* ... Fear.

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