Motorama

Fantasy Girl:
Motorama... Motorama, Gus. You won, you did it!

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
You stole our gasoline, fella.

Gus:
I know, I'm sorry...

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
Bwa, bwa! He's sorry. Ha-ha! He's sorry! Let's teach this little puke a lesson.

Gus:
Look, man, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. But whatever you want, you got it. Okay? Just, please, my eye...

Kidnapping Wife:
Oh, my god! Darrel, look at him!

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
Yeah. I must have hit him with my ring.

Gus:
Please, get a doctor!...

Boy at Picnic:
Hey! That man only has one eye!

Gus:
Oh, that's allright. I'm used to be the same way.

Boys Mother at Picnic:
It's okay, Tommy, he doesn't mind. Go on. What's funny about the man?

Boy at Picnic:
He only has one eye...

Horseshoe Player:
Come on!

Boy at Picnic:
He only has one eye.

Boys Mother at Picnic:
Louder!

Boy at Picnic:
He only has one eye!

Doctor:
[checks Gus' eye] Yeah, it's pretty nasty. It is a pretty nasty wound. Did you hit him?

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
Me? Yeah. I would... I would have to admit that I hit him, yes.

Doctor:
Well, I can save his eye but I'm going to have to operate on your son tonight.

Kidnapping Wife:
He's not our...

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
[laughs for stop his wife] Tonight? You have to operate tonight?

Doctor:
Yes. Otherwise he's lose his sight. It's plain and simple.

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
Aga... A-a... OK. Yeah... I guess he'll have to lose his sight.

Doctor:
What? I didn't heard that...

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
I said, I guess it's our decision, right?

Doctor:
[nods] Of course

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
You see, loss build character. Am I right, hon?

Kidnapping Wife:
Whatever you say, Darrel.

Darrell, Kidnapping Husband:
That's how I learned. He'll adjust.

Doctor:
[goes to door]

Kidnapping Wife:
Doctor? We forgot to ask you about... patches.

Vern:
Hey, old pirate.

Gus:
Old pirate?

Vern:
How about it, friend? $10 a go!

Gus:
A-a... No, thanks, really.

Vern:
Come on! It could be your lucky day.

Billy:
New contest, over here!

Gus:
Look, I really do not want to do this.

Vern:
Come here. I'll tell you what. I'll let you win a couple of times if you start losing too much, okay?

Gus:
Look, I said, "No". N-O, no, all right?

Vern:
You sure now?

Gus:
[views that Jerry comes into bar] Wait, wait a minute. did you say $10 a shot?

Vern:
That's right.

Gus:
Okay, let's do it!

Vern:
You're on. Billy, you say, "when".

Billy:
When.

Vern:
[wins Gus and laughs]

Gus:
Again.

Vern:
Again. Again... Again. [laughs]

Billy:
Down $20. Way to go, Vern.

Vern:
Again!

Gus:
I thought you said you were going to let me win a little.

Vern:
I lied. [wins Gus] Thirty! [wins Gus twice] Fifty!

Gus:
$50, hold on!

Vern:
Okay!

Gus:
No, no! I mean, stop, no more game, forget it!

Gus:
I'd like this changed into bills, please.

Bank Teller:
I have to count them. Just because you went and put them in rolls doesn't mean that I don't have to recount them.

Gus:
All right, then, recount them.

Bank Teller:
That could take hours.

Gus:
Then it'll take hours.

Gus:
Damn! Damn! Damn! $10, $20 stinky bucks left! [views a police car] Hustle-hustle-hustle.

Jerry the Policeman:
Hello, again!

Gus:
Hey!

Jerry the Policeman:
Where is your dad?

Gus:
A-a... In the woods there, you know, a little rest stop. He couldn't hold it until the next gas station.

Jerry the Policeman:
Your father sure has to go to the bathroom a lot.

Gus:
A-a, yeah, diabetes, you know?

Jerry the Policeman:
I hear you. Well, take care.

Gus:
Take it easy!

Gus:
Look at yourself. You're acting like a little kid. What, did you think it would be easy or something? [smokes and swings his head]