“[Foster and Mac have pulled a man over for speeding and are deciding what game to play]

Mac: All right, how about ‘Cat Game?’

Foster: Cat Game? What’s the record?

Mac: Thorny did six, but I think you can do ten.

Foster: Ten? Starting right ‘meow?’

[Mac laughs—they walk up to the car, and Foster taps on the driver side]

Larry Johnson: Sorry about the...

Foster: All right meow. (1) Hand over your license and registration.

[the man hands him his license]

Foster: Your registration? Hurry up meow. (2)

[Mac ticks off two fingers]

Larry Johnson: Sorry.

[the man laughs a little]

Foster: Is there something funny here, boy?

Larry Johnson: Oh, no.

Foster: Then why you laughing, Mister...Larry Johnson?

[pause]

Foster: All right meow, (3) where were we?

Larry Johnson: Excuse me, are you saying meow?

Foster: Am I saying meow?

[Mac puts his hands up for the fourth one, but makes an ‘eehhh’ facial expression, as he is considering the last one]

Larry Johnson: I thought...

Foster: Don’t think boy. Meow, (4) do you know how fast you were going?

[man laughs]

Foster: Meow. (5) What is so damn funny?

Larry Johnson: I could have sworn you said meow.

Foster: Do I look like a cat to you, boy? Am I jumpin’ around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree?

[Mac is gut-busting laughing]

Foster: Am I drinking milk from a saucer?

[feigned anger]

Foster: Do you see me eating mice?

Foster: [Mac and the man are laughing their heads off now] You stop laughing right meow! (6)

Larry Johnson: [the man stops and swallows hard] Yes, sir.

Foster: Meow, (7) I’m gonna have to give you a ticket on this one. No buts meow. (8) It’s the law.

[rips off the ticket and hands it to the man]

Foster: Not so funny meow, (9) is it?

Foster: [Foster gets up to leave, but Mac shakes his hands at him, indicating only nine meows] Meow! (10)”