Stoner comedy film classic

    by Anissimov: Movies

    One of first and best stoner comedy movies of all time.

    Transcript (en)

    Out! Throw it out! This is Toyota Kawasaki here at the Mexican-United States border, where a huge task force of narcotic and custom agents is preparing a surprise welcome for a vehicle which they say is constructed entirely of high-grade marijuana. Don't make that face, man. It made me laugh. Okay. Just let me do all the talking, man. I got you. Good afternoon, sisters. Good afternoon, officer. How long have you been in Mexico? Okay, just be cool. How long have you guys been in Mexico? A week. I mean, a day. Which one is it? A week or a day? A weekday. You got any narcotics or marijuana in here? Uh, not anymore. What the? You guys better step out of that van. But fire! Oh, Sister, that fire! Sister, fire! What is it? Hey, this looks like a bust. Hey, get the phone right away. This might be it. Hey, come on. What do we got here, Sister? Hey, we're bushing nuns, man. Now, that's cold-blooded. Hey, just watch, can't you? All right you not You not Okay up against the wall all of you All right let get up there Let get out of you Sergeant Stodjenko exactly what are you looking for Dope, drugs, weed, grass, toot, smack, quackers, uppers, downers, all-arounders, you name it, we want it. And how important is it to you to apprehend the suspects? Critical. The buying and selling of dope in this country may be the last passage of free enterprise left. There's rumor, Sergeant, that the suspects might be armed and dangerous. Do you expect to see any violence here today? I certainly hope so. Sergeant, have you yourself smoked marijuana? Only once. Hey, look, run TV, man. Sergeant, telephone. Hi, Mark. Sounds heavy. It's good to hear. Hey, let's find out, man. Yeah, hey, listen, I gotta go pee. Don't go scoop diving. So it was a station wagon, huh, Harry? Very devious. They almost look like real nuns, don't they, Harry? Right down to the start. Very close. Man. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you know that? Reminds me of a funny story my dad used to tell me, Harry. The only kind of meat a priest could eat on Friday was nun. Inside! Harry! Get a sample of that card. Yes, sir.