Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ln Hazzard, that age starts around seven.
Put that thing away, Rosco. It might go off.
And that robber was you, Bo Duke.
but I'm going to have to borrow your car for a whiIe.
Enos, will you get your butt over here? l need you. Come on.
Now.
but wouIdn't you trust Enos?
How about you, Enos?
Maybe I couId staII them just a IittIe bit. They're IiabIe to hit back.
Boss, don't worry about Enos.
you'd find at Ieast one cop hanging around.
I'm not nervous. Just reaI sIow, okay?
Do it now.
You seem to know aII the shortcuts.
You wanna dance?
Enos, you got your ears on? Come on.
What's wrong? I hope it ain't my cooking.
you'd figure it would start to grow by now, wouldn't you?
Right. Driving.
Where in tarnation are you? Come in.
That's just Iike you Duke boys, Ieading a IittIe boy into a Iife of crime.
one for the Sheriff.
-And, boy, is he ever mean. -Mean?
No, that way.
I can't beIieve my new boots finaIIy came in at the post office.
and even l'm gonna miss sometimes.
with a wife who's a crack shot.
I said ''dough.''
HoId it. Freeze!
We got nothing but a jackass for a sheriff.
Me, either.
And he's practicing for the Liars' OIympics.
You just keep on driving.
-What about you, Luke? -Me, neither.
-ToId you he had a gun. -It ain't even his gun, it's ours.
-Which one? -Number two is cIosest.
and I gotta do it fast, before I change my mind.