Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With her husband's money?
(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Who's there?
you make sure the blame falls on the wardens.
I knew he was bad.
I'm going to be away tomorrow.
without those two shitheads attached to his hips.
My mom when I pop into existence:
Yeah, the horses took the radio.
my mom can be a lot.
Figured they got enough.
It's true.
Although, it's easier to keep a secret if you're in on it.
Not if your husband proves my innocence.
For crying out loud, Pickett,
Don't worry. We go back a ways.
Do you think I'm bullshitting your husband?
♪ Headed down to Tennessee
I don't like it, either.
All guts and feathers.
Yeah.
Can we make a deal?
There it is. Thanks, Mom.
Well, maybe it's nothing.
It's just a .22, Joey.
No, they're spooked.
Well, if you didn't scare off the horses,
How about this, huh?
I think you should stay here with us.
Uh-oh.
(PANTING) All right, all right.
JOE: Okay.
why is the new game warden
(GRUNTS)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Lots of booze And lots of ramblin'
You're not gonna shoot whoever comes up looking.
call the office to tell him to tell me
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(GROANS)
Don't listen to her.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Whoever killed Ote, if they were up there,
And he winds up hurt or dead...
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Joe, you're hit.
I've seen her out there before.
I know, it just--
You never hear them say,
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Yeah, go ahead. Call it in.
Probably out of cell service.
See I-I don't suppose either you brought, you know,
Vern Dunnegan has it all under control.
Pickett, I gotta know.
What's the deal with that rifle?
What?
I saw that man--
Yeah, well, they should assume the same of me
Or maybe it's just not possible.
So he is going?
Hard to describe.
more than her husband.
I think it's different raising girls.
How are you so sure?
They'll run all the way back to base camp.
Mom, can I tell you something?
When I'm elected sheriff, first thing I'm going to do
If you don't want it, you're going to have to
Oh, I hate me a bear.
that just wouldn't go away?
to me and my son.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Should only be two.