Cledus Snow: You can't drive a fork lift.
Bandit: I can drive any forkin' thing around.
Alabama State Trooper: Did you see that? They went right through our roadblock!
Buford T. Justice: You som'bitches couldn't close an umbrella!
Buford T. Justice: What we're dealing with here is a complete lack of respect for the law.
Buford T. Justice: Duck, or you're gonna be talkin' out yo ass!
Cledus: Well I'll tell you what we gonna do. We gonna introduce 'em to the boy. So move over, good buddy, because the snowman is coming through.
Cletus: Hoss, you ain't gonna believe this, but that crazy some-bitch tried to drive up under my truck.
Bandit: You must be in a hell of a hurry, huh, Sheriff?
Buford T. Justice: You bet your ass on that, boy.
Big Enos: See, son, old legends never die. They just lose weight.
Little Enos: Seems like a legend and an out-of-work bum look a lot alike, Daddy.
Answer: The trooper on the motorcycle had just landed in the water. In older days, the typical day to take a bath, wash hair, etc. was Saturday. The trooper in the car (once he saw the motorcycle trooper was okay and wet) just made a joke about him taking a bath.
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