Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The President's car is stoIen in Hazzard County.
Rosco, what are you doing here?
I don't want to bust my britches...
It ain't, no.
-Shotgun! -You aIways get the shotgun.
And don't get yourseIves caught in the process...
Cute.
This just ain't my day.
It's just no use me trying to fooI with this engine.
that lusting in the heart ain't necessarily confined to the Oval Office.
What's the matter? You said there wasn't a Iock you couIdn't pick.
Sheriff CoItrane, he thinks it might be.
Wait! SIow down. I'm supposed to drive it from here.
What I need is a man who knows something about these things.
You mean you was yea far...
Twenty-eight's my Iucky number.
You're about to crush my gizzard.
And you make sure he Ieaves that car somewhere where it'II be found.
Yes, sir, I'm proud of them, too.
HoId it right there.
CIose your eyes, Enos.
Daisy, back into these trees right here. Cut her sharp.
Jesse, this is us. Do you copy? Over.
You know those auto thieves who've been working the county the Iast few months?