Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three days later we took a premature bundle of you...
Hank, close your eyes and put out your hands.
Don't thank me. Thank your mother.
I wonder if I would have called him Dad or Coach?
I guess I could take a few people in my Cadillac car...
What? New York?
Well, I guess I can't blame her. That's what pigs do.
Not being born in Texas, you weren't!
Well, that's how they get here.
I don't remember seeing any Montana flag at the Alamo.
Barbecue at midnight?
It was his idea to go to New York.
did you happen to come across my birth certificate?
CALLER: Is it Big Tex? RADIO JOCKEY: That's right.
HANK: Any sign of my birth certificate yet? PEGGY: To be perfectly honest, no.
Wait! Cotton's trying to pin this on me?
You idiot. We can't use our own cars.
"These 32 flags...
Take your hands off me you gutter slut
Suck on a pebble and keep looking storked out.
Thanks for the lift. I don't normally hitchhike.
It's Little Miss New York.
- Take your hands off me, you gutter slut. - Daddy.
- Go! - You're running for two, woman.