 What you call me? You are ridiculous. What? Well, why don't you just pack your little suitcases and go on back to Bogalusa? Yeah. Well, I just may do that, baby. I just may go hit the road and try to find myself. Find yourself. Well, if you do, and when you do, get lost. Who, me? That's right. Hit the road, Jack. And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road.