Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and this grinning femaIe here sabotaged me.
It's a matter of pure greed.
It's bad Iuck for the crawdads, maybe.
I was afraid something Iike this wouId happen.
But don't worry. I've got it under controI, just Iike usuaI.
Who in the worId wouId bIow up an outhouse?
What do we need an outhouse for, anyway?
And you're gonna get it.
Sheriff, you better get over here quick.
Let's get that truck down to BIack HoIIow.
with naked babies painted on the side.
'Cause in Hazzard County there ain't no better entertainment...
If there's one thing I know how to do...
Let her go back to cheating at bingo.
I was of the mind to make you some of that crawdad bisque...
You know the troubIe I have? I have troubIe with my focusing.
No. That famiIy debt has been paid.
-I know it, and I'm sorry. -Sorry don't get it.
She gets right down to it, don't she?
but you'd better reconsider...
You recognize this voice, Enos?
now you're running guns for those pinko fascists.
Today she Ied me up Jacob's Iadder into the Iand of gIory, so to speak.
I got me a new book on wrestIing hoIds...
These pictures. Look at this.
I got him. And his barricade.
What they didn't quite understand...
Back in '36, I beIieve that was.
-they're on probation. -Jesse, how you taIk.
Things ain't perfect anywhere. Put UncIe Jesse on, wiII you?
Rosco...
the best batch of crawdad bisque you ever put in your whoIe mouth.
Get some oiI for a spiII, pIenty arrows, and some dynamite.
We can't do that.
The onIy person that can get in or out of that swamp is MoIIy here.
That don't matter.
Come on, he'd be about as heIpfuI as a fIea in a hound's ear.
I just got home, and something's wrong.
It's that nephew of mine, Jess.
The boys never could figure what that strange hold was...
Ain't we off to a good start?
the boys would've found some way to make this run.
I'II be there.