Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think you'd better reconsider, boys.
I guess we couId ask you the same question.
I read you, Red Dog.
Old Rosco was sweating, and it wasn't even hot outside.
Booze is one thing, but running guns is un-American.
I got the goIden goose.
Okay, Hound Dog.
Hey, good buddy, what kind of fIavors you got?
After all, Molly did promise to have Jesse back by 4.:00.
AII I want is that oId hag's moonshine.
Like they always say.:
There she is.
Sheriff Rosco after MoIIy, and that means Boss Hogg, of course...
Never mind LuIu's fIower.
The weight was aII wrong on that arrow.
Don't look too good, does it?
having one bIow up when you don't want it to...
That party is tonight.
That's enemy fire. Cover the prisoners!
And then I got aII these crazy IittIe tiny sounds in my head.
''You have the right to remain siIent.''
UncIe Jesse!
At the garage, as usuaI.
And what happens if somebody takes the notion...
It's fuII of ammo. It'II bIow sky high.
But I'm gonna find out.
What's wrong with you?
We got a tight Iid on Swamp MoIIy...
You have the right to remain siIent.
OnIy you couId mix in a Iive one with a detonator cap.
That time you come so cIose...
You're definiteIy under arrest.
that Molly had over their Uncle Jesse.
and Iook at aII of them crawdads.
And I get aII the fIak.
UncIe Jesse?
See what l mean? Did you ever see folks having more fun?
But the boys got off okay, because there wasn't any evidence.
-Hey, UncIe Jesse. -Hey, AIice. Thank you.
You want me to honk the horn?
She's made a little of it, too.
Step on it.
Why don't you just reIax, Sheriff, and teII us the facts?
what a scream that swamp gas can give to a man Iike me...