All language subtitles for She-Devils.on.Wheels.1968.720p.BluRay.x264-SADPANDA

Don't wait up for me, Morn.
I'm sleeping over at Bonnie's.

Oh, wait, Karen, I don't have
Bonnie's number in case someone calls.

# We are the Hellcats nobody likes

# Man-eaters on motorbikes

# We own this road so you better get lost

# When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust

# Bug off or you'll find
that you have blown your mind

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# We know a man is made out of clay

# He shootin' clay pigeons today

# Get off the road before we have crossed

# Or you like to get your rear-end tossed?

# Gonna be uptight, we're ridin' here tonight

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# We are the Hellcats nobody likes

# Man-eaters on motorbikes

# We own this road so you better get lost

# When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust

# Bug off or you'll find
that you have blown your mind

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# We know a man is made out of clay

# He shootin' clay pigeons today

# Get off the road before we have crossed

# Or you like to get your rear-end tossed?

# Gonna be uptight, we're ridin' here tonight

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# We are the Hellcats nobody likes

# Man-eaters on motorbikes

# We own this road so you better get lost

# When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust

# Bug off or you'll find
that you have blown your mind

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# Man-eaters!

# Man-eaters!

# Man-eaters! a'

Hey, Whitey, what's the action?

A race in half an hour and then the stud line.

Ah. Maybe I'll park my bike in the shade.
It's getting kinda hot.

Hmm. Not near as hot as I am.
It's been a whole week.

Ah, don't worry, Whitey,

you gotta whole night to cool off.

- Catch you later.
- Bye.

Still, Harley,
you better show some guts at that race.

Or Whitey won't get herself
a good stud tonight.

Terry, Karen, you got your dues?

Yeah, right here swinging.

Need the bread.

Gotta keep the house going, you know.

Man-eaters is right.

We spend half our dues
changing the sheets around here.

Are you racin'?

Or watchin'?

Sometimes I wonder about you.

Are you racin' or watchin'?

- Racing.
- You better tune your bike.

If you're racin', you gotta pick.

And if you are the last one in,

there ain't much manhood
around here to choose from.

What if I...

Picked without racing?

You waken for some torture, honey?

Karen, you know the rules
as well as the rest of us.

If you want first pick, win the race.

Otherwise, shut up!

- I was just asking.
- Like hell, honey.

What's on your mind?

Well, you know,
we treat men like they're slabs of meat,

hanging on a hook at a butcher's shop.

It's about as romantic as buying
a hunk of baloney.

That's me, the original Man-eater.

- And that goes for all of us.
- Right.

Ready for a little race today?

All right.

Come on over here!

All right. Come on over here, all of you.

Let's discuss this thing properly.

OK. We better burn up some rubber
if you want to get a good stud.

We got a whole bunch of horny hog-riders.

And there ain't a half dozen one of 'em

that can last more than 30 seconds.

I tell you what, I'll go down to the end
and check who comes in win, OK?

Hey, wait a minute.

- Uh-uh.
- What the hell's the matter?

Queen, you take potluck
just like the rest of us.

Yeah, that's right.

- So who's gonna judge?
- Let Honey Pot judge.

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Oh, come on. Whitey, why can't I race?

Well, Honey, you got three months to go.

And after those three months,
you can cool off those hot pants,

providing if you can come in anything
but dead-last driving that sewing machine.

Now get on down to that finish line
and check us in.

Oh, well, all right.

- Shall we?
- Take it easy.

- OK.
- Tally-ho!

- Queen, you are the boss.
- That's right.

But you take potluck just like
the rest of us when it comes to the men.

That sounds fair. But it'd be just my luck
to pick a jellyfish instead of a swordfish.

Well, that's the breaks, you know.

Come on, let's go.
I don't wanna run out of gas around here.

Move it!

All right. Whoever wins this race
gets first choice at the Buckin' Broncos.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yay!

All right, now, look,
I'm gonna count one, two, three.

But whoeverjumps the gun is gotta
be disqualified. Is that clear?

- That's cool.
- Yeah, that's OK.

All right, now fire 'em up and let's roll.

Come on, baby.

OK. Fire 'em up.

All right. All right.

Ready? One...

Oh, man, was that was beautiful. Great!

Karen, you won. You're Mama tonight.

Karen, top choice
for the mother tonight, right?

Right.

- Queen is second.
- Ah.

What happened, Queenie?

Whitey's third.

My hog must need new points or something,
I don't know.

Or maybe I just better
lose 5O pounds like a jockey.

50 pounds?

If she lost 50 pounds,

she'd be just the right weight
to jockey a rhinoceros.

Yeah. When you race, Mary, you better duck

when that two tons of muscle
starts throwing steel and fire.

Terry is fourth.

Well, well, save me a stud who can move.

- Russian's fifth.
- A man is a man, darling.

Even the fifth may have
hidden assets to be seen.

Vicky is sixth.

So what?
I'm satisfied as long as they wear pants

and they don't shake me off when they drop.

- Supergirl is seventh.
- Yeah, get down on it.

Seventh is way down there.

You could lose an arm like that.

From what? Jungle rot?

Mac is eighth.

Eighth?
I might as well be in the pool as eighth.

Delta is nine.

One of these days Whitey is gonna
lose that 5O pounds.

- Yeah.
- You know how?

- I'm gonna cut off one of her...
- Ah, Poodle is tenth.

And the rest of you in that pool,
I'd gladly be there with you.

My, my, mama-mia!
I can hardly wait for this chick's initiation.

Yeah, right?

- Do we trip?
- Yeah, man.

Winner calls the shots.
There's plenty of daylight, uh...

Hey, Karen, do we trip?

Come on, girls, yeah, we trip.

All right, let's go.

Get the studs away.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, you've really got a horny girl.

How you jacks tonight?

All right.

How about it, Queen?
Who is lucky enough to get me today?

Keep your pants there,
Rocky, your ego's hanging out...

Couple of you jacks put my baby to bed, huh?

- The rest of you line up against the wall.
- Certainly.

Get some of this action going here.

- Right.
- Right.

Pretty nice stuff here today, huh?

OK, all right, gals, we're gonna auction
off the goodies now, right?

Right.

Let's see what we have here.

All right.

Karen's top mama here tonight,
and she gets first pick. Right?

Right.

What will it be, honey?

Stud?

- A brook'?
- Aye.

Or maybe you'll really join the club
and pick a Philly.

What about it though? Put up with me again?

Sure thing, little mother. I'm flattered.

OK, I get the second pick.

Anybody here big enough to put out my fire?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Think I'll try a little of that old hard rock stud.

It's up to you, Papa.

- Let's on, Mama, I'm ready.
- All right.

OK, Whitey, you got the third pick.

- Yeah, I don't know.
- All right.

There's a lot of hot mama here

for the guys who have the guts
to turn around.

I don't know about that either.

You know, I just about busted that hog
of mine at that race today

to get me a big, sweet thing.

OK, Papa, move it to the stud line.

Hey, thing, either move it or lose it.

All right. All right. Terry?

Poodle, Russian, Delta,
Supergirl, Max, get over here

and get yourself organized with a stud.

Yeah.

- Oh, yeah?
- Take 'em out.

Take 'em out, you mamas.

All right, the rest of you fellas
go eat a hamburger.

Hey, Nicky, you get left out of the race?

- I'll take him, Queen, with pleasure.
- Uh-uh, honey.

We're saving you for initiation night.

He ain't worth what you got to offer.

Now, Whitey, you're the biggest one here.

Think you can handle two broncos tonight?

Oh, I don't know. I love a sandwich
as long as there ain't no baloney involved.

OK, let's make it.
The music's on. The booze is on ice.

And all us girls are ready,
so let's make it, boys.

Where's the action, babe?

Bill, how would you like to sneak out
and take a walk?

Just for a change.

What and have three days off my sex life
for the rest of the year?

No thanks.

Oh, Bill, that's all you ever think about.

What? If you backing out, just say so.

If not, come over here
and do something about it.

Bill, you do like me more than the rest,
don't you?

Hmm? Sure I do, babe. Sure I do.

OK, now that last night's activity is over...

We're gonna get down
to some serious business.

We're gonna talk about our sister Karen.

You girls think she's been living up
to the rules around here?

- Uh-uh.
- She's acting like she's the queen.

Oh, man, I'll tell you. I ain't got but one gripe.

And that's thinkin' on steady meat.

And every time we have a pick,

she fingers Bill.

- Every time.
- Yeah.

Yeah, man, she's been with him so much,

it looks like a back-to-back version
of The Bobbsey Twins.

OK, if she is hung on Bill,

- then she's out of the club.
- Right.

I have been wanting to kick that gal
in the you-know-what,

ever since you took her in, Queen.

I say we work her over a little.

What do you say, gang?

Yeah.

Boy, I'd like to work her over.

All right, shut up. Let's talk business.

Even though we got a gripe, we gotta be fair.

Karen's our sister member,
and she has a right to speak for herself.

If she's hung up on Bill,
then she's violated the rules.

Then we get her.

If not, she'll do what we ask.

' Right, girls?
- Right.

She better.

And I know
just what we're gonna ask her.

Honey Pot, you go call Karen
and tell her to meet us

at the strip tomorrow night at 8:00 sharp.

Hey, Karen, come here.
We got a surprise for you.

Cut the dramatic, Karen.

This ain't the first time you've seen
one of our playmates look like this.

Oh, or is it because he's more than
just a roll in the hay. Huh?

Oh, Bill.

OK, you ain't got nothing to say?
Then I'll say it.

We think you're sweet on this scum bum

and that's against the rules, lady.

Now the gang's figured, if we got you wrong,

then you won't mind dragging him
across the runway.

But if not, you can take his place.

- Right, girls?
' Right.

Hey, Queen's talking to you.
Is it you or him? Huh?

What is it, Karen? Is it gonna be you or him?

So we're wrong? Good.
But remember this, Mama.

We ain't no daisy-pullin' bunch of broads.

We're the Man-eaters and all of us
live up to the rules.

Or we pay. Now get on that cycle and ride.

Bring him over here.

- Russian, get the rope out of my saddle bag.
- No!

No.

What's the matter? You got a weak stomach?

Chick.

- Lash 'em down tight.
- He ain't going nowhere.

No!

No!

Let's hold it down, little boy.

Her boyfriend? Why?

What's the matter, chicky?
You can't take it, huh?

- Oh, she's gonna like him after this.
- Boy, huh.

Maybe a little blood scares her.

Hey, let's hold it down there, little guy.

- OK, fire up that cycle and move.
- Ow!

Oh, be still, big boy.
You ain't going nowhere.

Hamburger.

That's my mama!

All right, gang, come on.

I got mine.

- Come on.
- How come so soon?

All you jacks, do gown to the water.

We got a little business
to conduct here. Go ahead.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Hey, wait a minute...

All right. Gals, gals, gals, listen.

We got a solemn thing going on here tonight.

We're gonna make Honey Pot a new member.

She's passed our apprenticeship.
She's ready for full membership.

As leader, I say Honey Pot is in.
How about it, girls?

Honey Pot, do you accept us
as your sisters and agree

to live up to the bylaws of the Man-eaters?

- I sure do.
- What is the by word?

Sex, guts, blood and all men are mothers!

Sex, guts, blood
and all men are mothers!

Yay!

Little sister, give me your hand.

Now, you rough mamas,
we got a new sister now.

Do what's necessary.

Now, little mama,

you're one of us, go get the oil, Whitey.

What do you got to show us, Honey?

Whitey, Whitey, Whitey.

What do you have in store
for a new daughter?

What do you got in store
for our new daughter?

Uh, I wrote a poem.

Let's hear it.

From the far frozen north came the nook.

And Honey, his sweet he took.

He was no land lover.

But he used some whale blubber.

And soon they were covered with goop.

- Well, I got a poem.
- Yeah?

Sweet Honey had a jar that leaked.

She anointed herself in the sully.

As her sweetie got higher,
she burnt up like fire and yelled,

"lnstead I use gasoline."

Hey, cool it. Cool it. I've got one here.

Yes.

Let's hear it, man.

Ah, there once was a girl from Calcutta.

Who greased her...

With some butter.

She said it might be greasy.

But it goes in quite easy.

And it's a trick I learned from your mother.

All right, all right, all right, you rough mamas,
now that we've initiated Honey,

we're gonna let her go take a train

while we go into town
and show some class to the local citizens.

Let's go.

All right, fellas, this is what
I've been waiting for.

Come on and have a taste of Honey.

Yes?

OK. What the hell is going on here?

Whatever do you mean, honey?

You know what I mean, lady, you can't take
over the streets with a bunch of cycles.

I'd like to take you over, lover.

OK, Queen, we know all about you
and your girls. Don't get cute.

What are you doing out here?

Well, honey, we're just tripping a little.

Besides, if you know all about us girls
and what we do,

then you know what all of us girls
been doing, don't you?

Very funny.
One more word and I'll run you all in.

Hey, gang, he wants to run us in.

He wants to run us in.

Hey, Whitey, give us a poem.

OK.

There was a policeman so thin.

Who wanted to run us all in.

In the hullabaloo,

he ran us all through.

Without even breaking the skin.

You're a real bunch of comedians.

Let me tell you something.

Just get out of hand once
where I can prove it,

you'll be looking from behind bars.

- How do you like that?
- Big deal.

Dirty mother-fuzz!

Let's move. We got a race and then a pick.

What the blue blazes hell is going on here?

Just what's your problem, Betty Boop?

What're you scum bums doing on our strip?

This is our territory, Mac.

So unload now and unload fast.

Oh...

You talk kind of rough for a lady.

Of course you might not be a lady.

I don't see no bill of sale
from the government for that property.

So why don't you just get back
on that hog and burn rubber?

Up your magic dragon she will, buster.

Unload now.

Or maybe you'd like to wear
that crud carriage around your neck.

Or around your you-know-what
if you've got one.

He ain't got one!

Just a second.

Hey!

Look what I got.

- It's very nice.
- You're right.

It's nice.

- Ooh.
- Ah. Oops.

What happened here?

Hey, girls, he thinks he's a big man.

Let's find outjust how big he is

or how small.

You wanna play? All right.

- Oh.
- Watch it, Queen. Watch it.

- Watch it, Queen.
- Oh.

Man-eaters, get the hairy mamas.

Come on, Queen, get him.

Come on, show boys.

All right. All right.

All right.

We showed them who owns
this neck of the woods.

- Whitey?
- Yeah?

Now just drag them up here in a pile.

Then we'll give them a final touch
to remember the Man-eaters by.

Right. We can get them all up.

Yeah. Move it. Get up!

OK, girls, get over there and give it to 'em.

Hello? Yes? This is Karen.

Who?

Oh. Hello, Ted.

Oh. You do know about it.

I see.

Well...

OK. I'll meet you for a cup of coffee.

Yes.

I'll see you then.

Man, that's some bruise
you've got there.

Yes, it is.

That's why I was late.

I had to sneak out
so that Mom and Dad wouldn't see me.

Uh, miss, could we have
a couple of cups of coffee, please?

It's good to see you again,
even with a bruised face.

You know, I never understood
why you stopped seeing me.

That was a long time ago, Ted.

It's better to forget it. Believe me.

You said you knew about the fight last night.

Then you know I ride with the Man-eaters.

I've known it ever since you joined.

Look, my brother rides with Joe-Boy's group.

And they're out to get your gang, Karen.

The big time.

Snuff you out.

Thanks, Ted. But the group can
handle themselves pretty well.

How about you, Karen?

Can you handle yourself pretty well, too?

Yeah.

Pretty well.

How about that?

Oh, wow, man. How's it going?

Ah, one more time.
I'm gonna get 'em one more time.

You wanna go again? All right, back it up.

Back it up.

It's Pollin, stop, come here.

Pollin, man. Listen, listen, we got better
things to do than burning rubber tonight.

What the hell is bugging you, Doodie?

It better be important enough
to stop this race.

Believe me, it is.

Look it, we've all been chafing to get
Queen and her stinkin' bunch of pigs, right?

- Right.
- Well, tonight's the night.

- Why tonight?
- Listen.

They're all over at their place tonight,
and man, they ain't thinking about fightin'.

I've been over there casing the place,
and it's a perfect setup.

We'll give them an hour or two,
and then we'll take over.

They're all boozed up now, man.

And when are you doing
the bedtime boogaloo,

you ain't in no position to fight. Huh?

I think he's right. What about it?

- Let's go get 'em.
- OK.

Ride another bike there.

- There's your boy, yeah?
- Aye.

- Be careful.
- They are all lined to get action on way.

- Yeah.
- OK, you horny doves,

- we got a special treat tonight.
- Yeah.

Honey Pot won.

OK, little gal, we want you to
pick yourself out a stud.

One that's sugar-lickin' good.

- Take a good one.
- Check 'em out, baby. Check 'em out.

Be careful.

Oh, yeah.

Make sure you get the right one, sweetie.

Whoo!

Check 'em out, honey, check 'em out.

Take a nice one, baby.

Yeah.

Take a nice one.

She likes the muscle, huh?

Real nice.

OK. OK.

That's enough of that.
Save it for the bedroom.

You have us all worked up,
we won't be able to pick.

- We'll grab and look later.
- Yeah.

OK, Karen, come pick yourself out a stallion,
one that can ride as good as you can.

- Yeah, about that.
- Well, look at that meat on him.

Yeah.

Hey, girls, we got ourselves
a new stud tonight.

- Yeah.
- He's good.

And Karen's gotta break him in.

Do a good job, don't miss anything.

Right. Let us know if he's a racer
or if he belongs in the pasture with us all.

- Fix him, would you?
- Whoo-hoo!

Karen's a little anxious tonight. Right?
Yahoo!

All right, Whitey, it's your pick.

Go, go, big mama.

You've been rubbing your fatty all week,
and that's a lot of rubbing.

Check 'em out, big mama.

Pick a juicy one!

Don't be shy, boys. I won't hurt you.

She's an awful lot of stuff, boys.

As much as I'd like to get Queen,
I wanna do it another way.

We'll grab the little one, their mascot.

And when we nail her,
she'll be praying with her knees in the air.

Yeah, man and that will give their other pigs

a sort of a preview of the coming attraction.

Come on, let's get the rest of the gang.

Let's get it on.

Ted, what are you doing here?

I could say I came here to see you.

But that wouldn't be the whole truth.
Karen, you gotta get out of here tonight.

Joe-Boy and his whole group
are gonna tear this place apart.

Ted, you realize what could happen

if Queen found out you didn't come
to be a stud.

Look, you are not listening. Forget me.

Let's just get out of here.

I mean it, Karen. The gang is out for blood.

We've got to move.

I've told you before.
The girls can take care of themselves.

If it happens, it happens.

But you got to leave
before they come checking on us.

Karen, I said we got to move. Now.

If you don't come with me,
I'll, I'll have to take you by force.

You are concerned, aren't you?

Look, Ted, you don't belong here.

You don't understand anything
about this game or me.

Not anymore.

Just leave me alone, please.

I've never asked why you got into all this.

I'm only asking
that you come with me now, Karen.

It doesn't make any difference if...

Whether or not you give
a good damn about me.

We broke up. I didn't push it.

But I'm not gonna sit back
and see you get hurt.

Now come on or so help me,
I'll, I'll carry you out of here.

I'll walk.

Wanna take a little nap, honey?

I wanna see what the rest of them are doing.

Sure thing, little mama.

You know I'm kinda glad they initiated you.

You're really something.

I'll be damned.

Let's get her.

Everything's all right. You must have gotten
some bum information from Joe-Boy.

Good bye.

And thanks for being such a good boy.

- Let's get her out. Come on.
- Yeah.

Come on.

That was a good one.

Hey, girls, come here quick!

Take her inside and get a doctor fast.

Hold her in there.

Careful.

She's really hurt.

And get on your bikes and get ready to move.

I'm gonna kill the dirty mother
that did this to Honey.

Look, I know where they eat,
so we'll go over there.

I grant you this will be their last meal.

- You can say that again.
- Let's go.

Where is Joe-Boy, Nick?

They was here, they left.

They ain't here, lady.

Where is his pad, Nick?

- I don't know.
- I said where is his pad?

- I don't know.
- Where is his pad, Nick?

Honest, I don't know.

Let Joe-Boy know we're looking for him.

Maybe he'll get the picture.

- Hey, Whitey, I got a plan.
- Yeah.

Go get me some wire,
nice and thin and strong.

You and Terry meet me
at Fox Road in two hours.

- Right.
- The rest of you ride with me.

What the hell are you creeps doin'?

Oh, go fumigate yourself, graph-head.

- Let's get 'em.
- Oh, come on. Let's get 'em.

All right. Come on, you...

Come on. Come on.

It's a damn shame to mess up
a nice bike like that, huh?

We can't hold 'em.
We've gonna have to let them go.

So...

No evidence.

Yeah, it's a shame. Everyone knows.

Queen and her girls did it.

Unless somebody gets up his guts,
there ain't a thing we can do about it.

Well...

Maybe somebody will wise up
around here one of these days.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, look.

Karen?

I heard about Joe-Boy, Karen.

I don't care if you were involved.
They forced you to be.

I'm asking you now, get out of this.

Come with me right now.

Go tell 'em you're all through.

Sorry.

Hey gang, help me find my belt
before the fuzz do.

Yeah, let's get that.

- I left it right here.
- Are you sure you left it here?

- Yeah.
- You sure?

Well, it ain't here.

Nah, it just ain't here. We've all looked.
It's not here.

It's nowhere to be found.

- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh.

- Looking for something, Queen?
- What's it to you?

- Now hold it.
- Ah.

I'd hate to throw away your pretty insides.

Now all of you. Come on, you're under arrest.

Now, let's go.

Move.

# Gonna be uptight, we're ridin' here tonight

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road! r

# We are the Hellcats nobody likes

# Man-eaters on motorbikes

# We own this road so you better get lost

# When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust

# Bug off or you'll find that
you've blown your mind

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# We know a man's made out of clay

# He shootin' clay pigeons today

# Get off the road before we have crossed

# Or you like to get your rear-end tossed?

# Gonna be uptight, we're ridin' here tonight

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road! r

"Can we ride a little faster?"
said the leader to the pack.

"There's a fuzz right behind us
and he's breathing down our back.

"The cops are lookin' for us
everywhere we go.

"Waiting for one wrong move
and into jail we go."

We don't owe nobody nothing,
and we make no deals.

We're swingin' chicks on motors
and we're Man-eaters on wheels.

# We are the Hellcats nobody likes

# Man-eaters on motorbikes

# We own this road so you better get lost

# When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust

# Bug off or you'll find that
you've blown your mind

# Get off the road!

# Get off the road!

# Man-eaters!

# Man-eaters! a'