Come on you miserable fat-head, get that fat-ass truck outta my way!
Well, you never know...you just never know. You just go along figuring some things don't change ever, like being able to drive on a public highway without someone trying to murder you. And then one stupid thing happens. Twenty, twenty-five minutes out of your whole life, and all the ropes that kept you hanging in there get cut loose, and it's like, there you are, right back in the jungle again. All right boy, it was a nightmare, but it's over now. [pauses] It's all over.
I don't know, all I did was pass this stupid rig a couple of times and he goes flying off the deep end. He has to be crazy.
What if he followed me out, though? Started after me again? I'd be right back where I started; even if I got a lead, he'd overtake me soon enough. He's got some, some, some souped up diesel; my car's just not that powerful, I just can't break eighty and ninety miles an hour. As soon as I stop concentrating, I'd go back to sixty or seventy like I always do; it's a habit, I can't help it, he's just... take it easy...just, take it easy.
The highway's all yours, Jack. I'm not budging for at least an hour. Maybe the police will pull you in by then. Maybe they won't, but at least you'll be far away from me. 'Well dear, did you have a nice trip?' 'Ah, no, no, just the same old thing...'"
I'd like to report a truck driver who's been endangering my life.
Don't... don't... don't sit on the hood. That hood will dent. I told the kids not to get on the hood! Just see if you can bounce it loose, and I'll... ah... just bounce it loose.
How can he go so fast?
Can't beat me on the grade, you can't beat me on the grade!