Pat Hingle credited as playing...
Hendershot
- Bill Robinson: You really going after Deke, man?
- Duncan: Yeah.
- Bill Robinson: Look here, how many fingers you see, huh? Eight? Twelve?
- Duncan: Okay, so I got a little double vision, but it's clearin' up Bill. I gotta find my boy! I gotta! Anything could be goin' on out there! Chrissakes!
- Hendershot: You leave here without punching out... and you ain't never gonna have to punch out again, Bubba.
- Duncan: Good! You leave me alone you fat fuck!
- Hendershot: [grabs him] Why you...
- Bill Robinson: Don't! Leave him alone.
- Hendershot: Or what?
- Bill Robinson: Or I'll knock your teeth in... Bubba!
- [watching the trucks circle the truck stop]
- Hendershot: Mosta them god damn things got no right t'be runnin'! They s'posed to be depoted!
- Deke: Bill, where's my dad?
- Hendershot: [casual tone] Oh, your dad got scrubbed by one of 'em big boys out there earlier today. Tough break, kid.
- Brett: You unbelievable shithead!
- Hendershot: [oblivious] What? What'd I do?
- Hendershot: Hey! Guess I've underestimated you, college-boy!
- [Hendershot tosses an unlit cigar to Bill, who catches it]
- Bill Robinson: Thank you, Mister Hendershot!
- Hendershot: [half smiles] No, Billy. Thank 'you'.
- Hendershot: [rocket launcher inhand] Drop boys'n girls! Bubba's here!
- [Hendershot triggers the rocket launcher and the vehicle blows up]
- Hendershot: The implications are pretty clear; fill up them trucks as fast as you can, then get right down to business, bubba.
- Brad: Holy shit!
- Hendershot: Stay down, bubba.
- [looks at the destruction of the Dixie-Boy]
- Hendershot: Holy shit!
- Frank: Oh lordi!