I like the backroads. You know, the only thing you see on the interstate is concrete....

Dutch: [while on the highway] I like the backroads. [Doyle continues yelling despite bound and gagged] Dutch: You know, the only thing you see on the interstate is concrete. [he looks in the rearview mirror to see Doyle lying on the backseat] Dutch: Comfortable? You know, I owe you an apology. I lost my temper and I shouldn't have. I was a little crazy, not thinking too clear. I'm not a hundred percent sure those undershorts I jammed in your mouth to shut you up were clean or not. Doyle: [spits out the underwear] Stop the car. Dutch: I don't think that's a very good idea. This is only a two-lane. That's a soft shoulder. Doyle: I said, stop the car! [Doyle shrugs and slams hard on the brakes, knocking Doyle to the floor and the car stops near a gas station] Dutch: You can't beat a Ford for good brakes. Doyle: I'm gonna have you prosecuted for this. Dutch: Oh, you mean, in big people's court or some school teen court, where I'm found guilty, I gotta roll naked in the snow or make a bed with my teeth? Doyle: My father is one of the most powerful men in the country. When he sees what you did to me, he'll sue your working-class ass into complete and total destitution!