l’m goin’! l’m goin’!
l’ve got the metal
to the pedal… and the thing
to the floor. [ Laughing ] Damn, he had a lot offriends,
didn’t he? lfthey had ofcremated
the son ofa bitch, l could’ve been kickin’
that Mr. Bandit’s ass
around the moon by now. Hold my hat! My hat blew off. Daddy. Okay. We’re gonna switch.
Okay. Get up! l’m comin’ over.
Oh! Oh, my goodness. l’m comin’ over underneath you.
You canjust slide
right on over. Ooh! l think l’m in love
withyour belt buckle. Ooh. Close.
Colorful, but close. l like this seat
better an_ay. Yes. Have a smoke.
It seems to help. [ Crowd Cheering ]
Come on, defense! Come on, Billy Ray,
get tough! You know, l wanted to be
a high-fashion model once. But, hell, how long
can you model clothes
for 8-year-olds? Boys. Besides that,
my cheeks were too fat. These cheeks. These. [ Yells ] [ Carrie ] Oh, my goodness,
we’re airborne here. Oh, look, a football game! l know they’re kids.
What doyou think l think they are? – Don’t hit the kids!
– Getyour hands offmywheel! Oh, lean to the left
Iean to the right- Stand up there
and see ifyou can see
where the hell theywent. – Can you see anything?
– Yeah, it’s a football game.
Can we watch, Daddy? Uh, you stay
and watch the game.
l’m goin’ back! B-But, Daddy-