索尼、拉比特、马克和福斯特是好哥们，也是一帮捣蛋鬼 。他们都是美国北方地区--佛蒙特州的巡警，每天的大部分时间就是在高速公路上作弄那些超速驾驶者，并用扣留下的跑车出去兜风，以及跟本地警察斗气。 好日子终于到头了，由于政府正为巨大财政开支而头...更多>
Farva: License and registration... chicken fucker. College Boy 2: You must have eaten, like, a hundred bucks worth of pot, and, like, 30 bucks worth of shrooms man. Farva: Give me a double bacon cheeseburger. Dimpus Burger Guy: [into mic] Double baco cheeseburger. It's for a cop. Farva: What the hell's that all about? You gonna spit in it now? Dimpus Burger Guy: No, I just told him that so he makes it good. [into mic] Dimpus Burger Guy: Don't spit in that cop's burger. Farva: Yeah, thanks. Second Dimpus Guy: Roger, holding the spit. Farva: Gimme a pie... apple. Dimpus Burger Guy: Want me to hold the spit? Hah, just kidding officer Farva. [pause] Dimpus Burger Guy: Want me to dimpa-size your meal for 25 cents? Farva: Want me to punch-a-size your face, for free? Dimpus Burger Guy: It's only 25 cents, and look how much more you get. Thorny: Look, kid, he doesn't want it. Farva: I can handle this, Thorn. I don't want it! Dimpus Burger Guy: Uhh, right. Beverage? Farva: Gimme a litre o' cola. Dimpus Burger Guy: What? Farva: [Annoyed] A litre o' cola. Dimpus Burger Guy: [into mic] Litrecola? Do we sell litrecola? Thorny: Will you just order a large, Farva? Farva: I don't want a large farva. I want a goddamn litre o' cola! Dimpus Burger Guy: [to Farva] I don't know what that is! Farva: [slowly starts shouting] Litre is French for... [grabs burger kid by shirt] Farva: ... give me my fuckin' cola before I break VOUS FUCKIN' LIP! Thorny: It stinks like sex in here. Thorny: Are you okay? College Boy 2: Yeah, sure. Thorny: Yes sir? College Boy 2: Yes sir. Thorny: No, did you say "yes sir."? Rabbit: I think he said "yeah, sure." College Boy 1: What'd you say man? College Boy 2: When I said, "yeah, sure", but what... literally what I said was "yeah, sure, sir." Thorny: So you are okay then? College Boy 2: Yes sir. [sounds like "yeah sure"] Mac: Oh, c'mon, we're like the sons you never had. Captain O'Hagan: If you were my son, Mac, I would've smothered you by now. Mac: Smothered me in gravy you big dirty man. Farva: Say car Ram-Rod. Officer Smy: [to Ursula] If you were my wife, I'd take you down a peg or two. [to Foster] Officer Smy: Hey douche bag. Foster: [to Ursula] If you were my wife, I'd massage your feet 'til you fell asleep. Ursula: Nice try. Farva: Just cleaning out the old locker, she stinks like ass but I'll sure miss her... I guess you could say that about all my girls. Thorny: Who wants a moustache ride? German Woman: I do, I do! German Man: Oooh, I vant von too! Farva: Hey, let's pop some Viagras and issue tickets with raging, mega-huge boners. Thorny: You know, Farva, only you can make a dark man blush. And no, we're not doing it. Foster: Okie silly dilly dokie-o. I'm an idiot. Mac: That's true. Police Chief Grady: Desperation is a stinky cologne. Police Chief Grady: I'm sorry about that delousing. Just standard procedure. Farva: It's powdered sugar. Police Chief Grady: The lice hate the sugar. Farva: [deadpanning] It's delicious. Captain O'Hagan: [In an Irish accent] I'll believe ya when me shit turns purple and smells like rainbow sherbet. Captain O'Hagan: I swear to God I'm going to pistol whip the next guy who says, " Shenanigans." Mac: Hey Farva what's the name of that restaurant you like with all the goofy shit on the walls and the mozzarella sticks? Farva: You mean Shenanigans? Mac: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO. [as they hand the Captain their pistols] Thorny: Where are your shoes? Foster: What are you, the shoe police? Thorny: I am, and you owe me 20 laps around the bar. Foster: Black magic only works on the rookie. Thorny: That's brown magic. Mac: You boys like Mex-i-co? Yee- Haww!. Police Chief Grady: I will have the enchilada platter with two tacos and no guacamoles. Mike? Local Officer Rando: Yeah, chief. I'll have a CHINCHILLA! Rabbit: I don't get it. Tacos? Thorny: They think I'm Mexican. Rabbit: You're not Mexican? Captain O'Hagan: I'm sorry, Bruce. These boys get that syrup in 'em, they get all antsy in their pantsy. Farva: Don't call me radio, unit 91. Mac: Then don't call me unit 91, radio. Farva: Are you done? Foster: Do I look like a cat to you boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree? Am I drinking milk from a saucer? DO YOU SEE ME EATING MICE? [Foster and Mac have pulled a man over for speeding and are deciding what game to play] Mac: All right, how about "Cat Game?" Foster: Cat Game? What's the record? Mac: Thorny did six, but I think you can do ten. Foster: Ten? Starting right 'meow?' [Mac laughs - they walk up to the car, and Foster taps on the driver side] Larry Johnson: Sorry about the... Foster: All right meow. (1) Hand over your license and registration. [the man hands him his license] Foster: Your registration? Hurry up meow. (2) [Mac ticks off two fingers] Larry Johnson: Sorry. [the man laughs a little] Foster: Is there something funny here boy? Larry Johnson: Oh, no. Foster: Then why you laughing, Mister... Larry Johnson? [pause] Foster: All right meow, (3) where were we? Larry Johnson: Excuse me, are you saying meow? Foster: Am I saying meow? [Mac puts his hands up for the fourth one, but makes an "eehhh" facial expression, as he is considering the last one] Larry Johnson: I thought... Foster: Don't think boy. Meow, (4) do you know how fast you were going? [man laughs] Foster: Meow. (5) What is so damn funny? Larry Johnson:
I could have sworn you said meow.