Smokey: You ain’t never got two things that go together…cereal, no milk; Kool-aid, no sugar; ham, no burger….damn!!

Dad: How in the hell do you get fired on your day off?

Smokey: What the hell you stealin’ boxes for, you tryin’ to bulid a clubhouse?

Smokey: He gonna cry in the car.

Smokey: You didn’t put in on this, man.