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Education

• Canby High School

Favorite saying

• "[writing a note] Send bill to Big Enos Burdette; B, B-r, B-u-r... Hell, I got to go! -Snow Man There's no way, "no" way that you came from "my" loins. Soon as I get home, first thing I'm gonna do is punch yo mamma in the mouth! - Sheriff Justice Buford T. Justice: I saw that, you sombitch! You did that on purpose! You're going away till you're gray! I got the evidence! Buford T. Justice: Put the evidence in the car. Junior: But Daddy... Buford T. Justice: Put the "evidence" in the "car"! Buford T. Justice: I'm gonna barbeque yo' ass in molasses! Alabama State Trooper: Did you see that? They went right through our roadblock! Buford T. Justice: You som'bitches couldn't close an umbrella! Sheriff Branford: The fact that you are a sheriff is not germane to the situation. Buford T. Justice: The god damn Germans got nothin' to do with it. Junior: My hat blew off, daddy. Buford T. Justice: I hope your goddamn head was in it. Buford T. Justice: Nobody, and I mean NOBODY makes Sheriff Buford T. Justice look like a possum's pecker. Junior: Except for that... Buford T. Justice: Shut your ass. Bandit: Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please. Buford T. Justice: Who there? Bandit: This is Bandit Darville talkin'. Buford T. Justice: Where are you, you sombitch? Bandit: Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there's just one thing I wanna say. You must be part coon dog, 'cause I've been chased by the best of them, and son, you make 'em look like they're all runnin' in slow motion. I just wanna say that. Buford T. Justice: Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer, may I say you're the goddamnedest pursuee I've ever pursued. Now that the mutual bullshit is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SOMBITCH? Buford T. Justice: Breaker, breaker for the Bandit. Bandit: Come on back, breaker. Buford T. Justice: You got trouble comin'. Big trouble. Bandit: Well, what's your handle son and what's your 20? Buford T. Justice: My handle is Smokey Bear and I'm tail grabbin' your ass right now! Junior: Daddy, the top came off! Buford T. Justice: No shit!"