Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

UncIe Jesse, we can expIain the whoIe thing.

and stick it in the Iimo.

Now that is some kind of automobiIe.

3.:30, understand? Over.

I'm going to frame his Ietter and hang it on this waII.

and you Iet them sIip off the hook?

Listen, I'm sorry about that, but this is reaIIy important.

Yeah, kind of Iike a skunk and a poIecat.

Forget that bunch, wiII you?

Throw them guns down on the fIoor, boys.

That's mighty nice of you, Luke.

-That's for sure. -Now what?

Sure am sorry, Luke. I misjudged you.

the President of the United States' private plane.

Nobody wouId ever suspect those bushes were fake.

and have the FBI men and State Troopers at my office at 3:30...

and that presidentiaI Iimousine.

I think you need a foot.

Maybe this continent.

so he can use it while he's down there.

Ain't nothing up there but oId beer cans and rattIesnakes.

We got to fiII her up and get her out of here fast.

I'm headed up toward Tucker Ridge. It's a beautifuI day.

Dead end. They must have gone up the other road.

It's going back in one piece.

No, Cooter wouId never do that. Maybe somebody just Iet him borrow it.

Boss used to use it to warehouse his moonshine.

I sure wiII, Sheriff. I just Iove doing that.

Don't that throw your hat in the creek?

We got no choice.

You must've missed it. There are no other side roads between--

UncIe Jesse, I can understand your not wanting to go to Washington...