Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's aII right. We'II confess reaI sIow.
Who you caIIing Bo?
Here.
is Iike being in church without your shirt on.
I'd be right honored if you'd Iet me do that for you, sir.
Hey, y'aII, guess what?
Something wrong?
A month sooner, fishing would've been out of season...
Y'aII ain't even got the money you say we took.
That's right.
This is Sheriff Rosco. CaIIing aII cars.
Enos, are you out there when you shouId be in here?
EngIish
Of course. But friends of ours don't sIeep in the barn.
It's business, and it ain't no pIeasure either.
-Does that water feeI good on my foot. -Come on.
That's not reaI evidence. Show them, Enos.
Got you, Bandit.
-Torn army jacket? -Yeah.
You wouIdn't happen to know of anybody...
I know one a IittIe shorter.
-He's a midget. -Midget?
I knew it was you aII aIong, Bo Duke.
I never seen them do that before. Don't make no difference.
Everything 50-50, right down the middle.
that money's been sitting on top of that fertilizer so long...
He's sort of down on his Iuck.
Look here, boy. This Iiquor money was hard to come by.
It seems they stoIe a whoIe Iot of money from Boss Hogg.
NeiI Bishop.
Of course I'm sure. Don't I aIways....
-Harvey, how have you been? -Jesse said to meet you here.
Howdy.
I got to thinking about.... Maybe that....
and start counting.
Both of you get out. ReaI sIow.
What in the worId did I ever do to harm you?
-TeII them, son. -But it's the truth.
Yeah.
-Enos! -Deputy Strate!