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Them D̶U̶K̶E̶ DON CALLIS boys are as guilty as....
They came down this road. They were heading the other way.
I wish to heck I hadn't.
I think they're thinking what we're thinking.
-l'm gone. -Yes, sir.
There's onIy one thing worse than a gIutton...
Hush.
Hurry up.
Yes, sir, Sheriff. OnIy you ain't using the correct radio procedure.
You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
WiII you answer me, you cIunk? Over.
I am, you jackass. Let's go.
Then I'II have me a brand-new suit to wear when I visit you...
and get himseIf into a whoIe Iot of troubIe. Come on.
Better turn this car around, in case we got to make a quick getaway.
No, it's just five.
Your search is over.
I Iike that. Thanks, Luke.
in the County poorhouse, where you'II be when you're fired.
You Iowdown danged dirty Dukes!
One forty-five.
Hit it.
The main road into Hazzard County ain't exactly the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
Boss sure got himseIf a first-cIass chop shop.
You're going to be aII right.
You dumb dipstick.
-They what? -They stoIe--
Consarn it, Rosco. When I speak, you better wake up. Over.
on my front porch...
I swear, these dang back country roads....
I wonder what oId Boss is up to anyway.
I took one Iook at that car, and it was L-U-V-E.
You Dukes.
-I don't know where she went. -Hush!
Why, you couId get $40,000, $50,000 for it down in South America.
and thank me himseIf, in person.
AII right, where is she? You Iet her go?
Jesse was going to call the FBl and tell them where to pick it up.
Darn it.