It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, a half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it!
Rock and raaaaaaaaaawwwlllll!
Ready to rock!
Apaches, Captain! The hills are swarmin' with 'em!
Will you just watch the hair? You know, I work on my hair a long time and you hit it. He hits my hair.