Not that you two afflicted sumbitches know anything about this, you're sitting in a...

Doyle: [Doyle, Vaughan and Karl are in Doyle's truck going to get beer] Not that you two afflicted sumbitches know anything about this, you're sitting in a crew-cab duallie pickup. In some circles, this is considered a piece of automotive art. Vaughan Cunningham: Are you sure you can drive? You've really had alot of alcohol. Doyle: When you been drinking as long as me, Vaughan, you build up a tolerance. Here, [hands off his beer can] Doyle: hide that between your legs for me. Monty Johnson: [the truck picks up speed] Hey Doyle, slow the fuck down!

Not that you two afflicted son of a bitches would know anything about this, but you're sitting in a crew-cab dually pickup. In some circles, this is considered a piece of automotive art. Are you sure you can drive? You've really had a lot of alcohol. When you've been drinking as long as me, Vaughan, you build up a tolerance. Hide that between your legs for me, will you? - Hey, Freddy. How about you? - How about you, Doyle? How you doing, boy? Hey. I saw your picture in the paper, catching that big ass bass. Yeah, she was a big 'un. Boys. Hello, Freddy. Freddy. You ain't drunk driving, are you, Doyle? - Yeah, pretty much. - I figured. You be careful with that cripple in the back, now. You're liable to throw him out. - Looks like you got a wagonful. - Uh-huh.