Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five"? Well, you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?
Punk: You know what? I do! Hiyaah! (Whacks Harry with a shotgun.) Hot damn! This must be my lucky day!
(He gets in the car.)
Harry Callahan: Get back here, Punk! I'm gonna...(Gets hit by the car.) Uh! Aah!
(Chorus vocalizing)
Policemen: Stop that guy! (They punk makes off with a pair of money bags. They fire at him, but they miss him and hit each other instead.)
Punk: I'm the luckiest bastard on the planet! I can't be stopped! Just call me Lucky McLuckerton!
(A pedestrian passes by. The punk walks past, carrying a grocery bag.)
Punk: Lucky, lucky, doodle-doo, I have luck instead of you!
Policemen: There he is! Don't let him get away! (They start beating the pedestrian.)
Pedestrian: Aaagh! Get your hands off me!
Punk: Pretty good day, pretty good, pretty good being thought of. (Realizing) What the...aw, man! There's a leprechaun on my shoe!
(He pulls a flattened leprechaun off of his shoe. When the elevator doors open, his head is blown off.)
Harry Callahan: Ha! Gotcha, punk.
(The flattened leprechaun looks up from the floor.)
Leprechaun: I'm completely boogered. Please help me.
(Harry shoots the leprechaun.)