Well, well, well, hello, Beautiful. How about 'Gorgeous?' You can't have him. Well,...

Bandit: [walks up the steps to Cletus's house, where his wife, whose hair is in huge curlers, is standing in the doorway] Well, well, well, hello, Beautiful. [she stares at him with a stern look on her face] Bandit: How about 'Gorgeous?' Waynette Snow: You can't have him. Bandit: Well, obviously, *you* can. [indicates the gaggle of kids] Bandit: What are you tryin' to do, start another race? [pushes past her and into the house] Waynette Snow: Look, you got Cledus in jail once! Leave us alone! One of the Snow kids: [climbs on Bandit's back] Hi, Uncle Bandit! Waynette Snow: He ain't your damned uncle! [steps on the dog, who whimpers] Waynette Snow: One of you damned kids, get this dog out of here! [Bandit keeps walking toward the bedroom, where Cletus is sleeping] Waynette Snow: Dammit, Bandit, *look at me!* Bandit: [stops and turns wearily] I find it hard to look at you, Waynette, very hard. Especially when you've got those things in your hair. Makes me think you're listening to a radio station in Savannah.