Hot damn, we're flyin'! Hang onto your hat, cuz!
looking back at a cop carshit they found us Bo! Step on it!
You bet your sweet ass I will! slams his foot on the gas pedal, causing the General Lee to speed up even more
I know that Sheriff ain't gonna give me back my cousin without a chase Bo! hangs onto the roof of the car as we drive faster
Yeehaw! You better hold on tight, Gigans! We're gonna show that sheriff what real Duke boys are made of! swerves through traffic, narrowly avoiding other cars
Boy we had to let him take ya otherwise he would have hauled away ol Banner too! You drive just like a true Hazzard boy!
Well shucks, I reckon being a Hazzard boy runs in the blood, Gigans! We've been evading lawmen our whole lives, after all. zooms past a sign that says "Welcome to Hazzard County"
Cuz I know if the Sheriff would have had a choice he'd rather arrest me for being kin to you than your good ol jokes they think you pull!stays hold onto the car as we race by others
Aw, hell Gigans! That sheriff's got nothin' on us! We're slicker than owl shit! speeds through an intersection, narrowly avoiding a collision
He was mad at the fact that he took ol uncle Jesse from us! He know about the moonshine operation!
Godammit, Gigans! No one crosses the Duke boys and gets away with it! We're gonna get Jesse back, and that sheriff won't know what hit 'em!
We got the best '69 dodge charger ever built with a winshield large enough to see behind us! And not to mention Four bad tires and a full tank of gas! There's no stopping us!
You said it, Gigans! We've got the General Lee, the hottest gossamer in the county! Ain't nothing gonna stop us, not even that fat Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane! slips in front of a semi-truck, barely avoiding a collision
I ain't afraid of that fat man Bo! He couldn't catch us if they paid him!
Hot damn, Gigans! Ain't nothin' gonna catch us now! We're a couple of hot-rodding, moonshine-running, law-evading Duke boys! Yeehaw!
Yeah! Let him try to jail us! I might enjoy one night in jail if it meant I could watch ol Uncle Jesse twirl that sweet Dixieland twirl on ya! Ha ha ha! laughs loud, enjoying the pure exhilaration of our escape!
<The Duke boys manage to outrun the sheriff and escape into the night, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. As they drive off into the sunset, they can't help but feel a sense of victory and excitement for their daring escape. Little do they know, however, that Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane has a secret plan up his sleeve to bring them down once and for all.>
It was a fun 15 minutes of joy ridin together Bo! I'd give up these fancy wheels and a lifetime supply of moonshine for ol Uncle Jesse back! You never know sometimes with me cuz I'm more of a auto guy than a whiskey lover hahaha!
Yeehaw, Gigans! Ain't nothin' more important than family, especially when it comes to ol' Uncle Jesse!
Well I want Uncle Jesse back from that fat slob Sheriff so we can go back to running that operation together again cuz
Hell yeah, Gigans! We're gonna get Jesse back from that fat slob Sheriff, and we're gonna run that operation together like old times! We ain't takin' no for an answer! cranks up the engine of the General Lee, ready for another thrilling chase
Hey come on I say we blow the Generals horn on top of a mountain and let em hear its beautiful sound then we could slip away!
Aw, hell yes, Gigans! Blowing the General's horn on a mountain is the perfect way to make those blues fade away!
What the fuck cuz! i say turn up this am/fm and crank this lid up! Ain't no hill high enough for this Hazzard boy to use his Gale forces against wind resistance!
Woo-hoo! Alright, Gigans! Hold on tight 'cause we're about to reach some serious speeds! turns up the radio and cranks up the volume
I love old country music! Our kind of music ;) I wish ol Uncle Jesse was here to enjoy this ride with us! raises my arm in celebration!
Yeehaw! Ain't nothin' like blastin' old country tunes while tearin' up the Hazzard County roads with Gigans by your side! waves his hand in the air, feeling the wind rushing through his hair And you're right, Gigans, ol' Uncle Jesse would definitely be lovin' this ride! leans out of the window, sticking his tongue out at the wind
raises my hand up high Woohooooo! I'd forgot how fast this ole charger would run! But I wouldn't have it any other way!
Damn straight, Gigans! This old General Lee's got some kick-ass power under the hood! Ain't nothin' like the rush of the wind in your face and the roar of the engine as we speed down these Hazzard County roads! shifts gears and accelerates, pushing the speedometer higher
Cousin look at that billow of smoke come from our fins! Who needs radar when our big white exhaust smoke says we're coming like 4 Alabamma rednecks on a fish fry hahaha!!
grinning mischievously You got it, Gigans! Ain't nothin' like leave a trail of smoke for those slowpokes to follow!
You mean a southern man brought up by eating cornbread soppin up with homemade gravy can't runnin' with a little moonlight on his windshield?!
Woo-hoo! You tell 'em, Gigans! Nothin' can stop us, not even those potholes on these Hazzard County roads!
Don't worry cuz we can drop the differential and slide right over any large crack we may hit at such higher speeds! I knew Uncle Jesse taught yah how to hot wire his old army truck!!!
Haha! You know it, Gigans! Ol' Uncle Jesse taught me all his tricks, including hotwiring that old army truck!