The scene where the duo's car ends up running the gauntlet between two oncoming semi-trucks at freeway speed.
- And following that, the scene where the car catches fire, which they're laughing about, and the dialogue between Neal and Del about Neal's credit card:
Neal: How could you rent the thing without a credit card anyway? I mean you could but how could you?
Del: Oh I gave this gal behind the counter a set of shower curtain rings. (laughs)
Neal: (stops laughing immediately) You can't rent a car with shower curtain rings, Del.
Del: (stops laughing) Well, uh, somehow your diner's club card wound up in my wallet and I just...
Neal: You STOLE it!
Del: Not exactly.
Neal: You stole it! I knew you stole it. You stole the card and then you rented a car and you burned it up! I knew you stole it.
Del: No I didn't! I found it in my wallet! I thought maybe you put it there.
Neal: WHY WOULD I PUT IT THERE?
Neal: KINDNESS?! KINDNESS?! You stole it! He stole it!
Del: No I didn't! No I didn't! I was gonna send it back to you! With whatever the rental car charge was, plus interest! But you didn't give me your address. What was I supposed to do? You just ditched me! I had no money, I had no cards, I had nothing!
Neal: (grabs Del) Give it back!
Del: I can't!
Neal: (begins shaking him) Why not?!
Neal: (shakes him some more) Because why?!
Del: Because when we stopped to gas up, I put the card back in your wallet.
(Neal's wallet is in the glove compartment in the now burning car. He and Del turn and look at it, before Neal groans and slumps against Del)
Del: Are you mad at me? (Neal slugs him in the gut and trips over his trunk)
This exchange, following the above burning:
- And in the next scene, Del is telling Neil how a punch in the stomach like that could've killed him, only to be met with Neil's epic dagger-shooting glare.
State Trooper: Do you have any idea how fast you were going?
Del: Well, funnily enough, I was just talking to my friend about that. Our speedometer has melted and as a result it's very hard to say with any degree of accuracy exactly how fast we were going.
State Trooper: Seventy-eight miles an hour.
Del: (whistles) Seventy-eight, huh? Well, yeah, I could buy that. Sure, I guess, y'know, uh... you would know better than us, especially since we've got a melted speedometer.
State Trooper: Do you feel this vehicle is safe for highway travel?
Del: Yes, I do. Yes, I really do, I believe that. I know it's not pretty to look at, but it'll get you where you want to do.
State Trooper: Now, you got no outside mirror.
Del: No, we lost that.
State Trooper: You have no functioning gauges.
No, not a one. (beat
) However, the radio still works. Funny at that may seem, with all this mess, that the radio is the only thing that's really working good, and it's clear as a bell, don't ask me how. (chuckles nervously