You want to make love to me because I drive the Monster and wear this costume.
Who built this stinking road? If I ever get my hands on him, I'll rip his heart out!
You're blocking me Cleopatra! My fans want to see me.
You know Myra, some people might think you're cute. But me, I think you're one very large baked potato.
As the cars roar into Pennsylvania, the cradle of liberty, it seems apparent that our citizens are staying off the streets, which may make scoring particularly difficult, even with this year's rule changes. To recap those revisions: women are still worth 10 points more than men in all age brackets, but teenagers now rack up 40 points, and toddlers under 12 now rate a big 70 points. The big score: anyone, any sex, over 75 years old has been upped to 100 points.
Whoever named your car the Bull... was only half right!
Well, what does she expect? You leave your navigator lying around, naturally somebody is going to run over him.
Frankenstein! Frankenstein the legend, Frankenstein the indestructible! Sole survivor of the titanic pile-up of '95, only two-time winner of the Transcontinental Road Race... Frankenstein! Ripped up, wiped out, battered, shattered, creamed, and reamed... a dancer on the brink of death... Frankenstein, who lost a leg in '98, an arm in '99! With half a face and half a chest, and all the guts in the world, he's back!
Here he comes: Machine Gun Joe! Loved by thousands, hated by millions!
I have made the United Provinces of America the greatest power in the known universe.
She was a great, dear friend of mine and I shall remember her forever howling down that freeway in the sky, knocking over... the angels.
Well America, there you have it, Frankenstein has just been attacked by the French Air Force and he's whipped their derrieres!
[after Frankenstein runs over a doctor during "Euthanasia Day"]
Myra:Give it to 'em, Joe!
[She hands Joe a Thompson submachine gun]
[Joe opens fire into the stands]Aarrgh!
All right, all right, and yes-sirree! A clean hit! A perfect hit! And no pain for the target. Too bad the guy was only thirty-eight; just two years older, he'd have been worth three times the points.
I got two words to say to that... BULL- SHIT!
[Begins to strangle her]
Save it for the French.
[Herman glances down at his crotch, embarrased]
[Annie has just taken off his mask; he is supposed to be hideous to look at]
Bye-bye Baby! Hello 70 points!
The drivers are ready, the world is watching. Once more, I give you what you want.