Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You just tell Murdock. He'll know what to do.

That is John "Hannibal'"Smith. Colonel.

- Murdock, you know where you start. - Yes, sir.

Ah, it's just a set dressing problem. Nothing to it.

Hannibal, you... you'll talk him out of it, won't you?

How's my patient?

It's gonna make me crazy just like he is.

Gonna need that metal platin'. And get me some of this audio wire.

Sorry, Doctor. We're gonna have to do things my way. But don't worry; I won't hurt you. How're you doin', B.A.?

I haven't seen a wound like that since Vietnam.

All right, bring him here. Put him on the table.

Let me know when your eyes start to fog.

What were you hunting? Elephants?

I can't agree to have fugitives protect this town.

There was no air support, no nothin'.

- No problem, Colonel. - Face, see if that cable will move to the other side.

- What do ya say, Doc? - Hank, what's happening?

But I'm gonna need somebody to wheel me around.

There's 20 or 30 of'em. They're comin' back here on a garbage run...

- Detour an access road. - What?

He's a very unusual guy.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah, this is Deputy Harmson.

Yeah. You really shouldn't leave guys like us unattended.

I don't know what I'm gonna do. I got my words, and my brain's workin' fine.

You messed up bad. Now I have to mess you up.

Nah, I just wanna squeeze you marshmallows outta my town.

Barbarians, huh?

I mean, the Barbarians just lettin'us take their boss away like that...

- Not bad, huh? - Hope it works.

Your life depends on 'em. My take on you is...your handshake is your bond.

And every now and then, I like to drop the hammer on a piece of dirt.

I just gotta play against the house. So long, lizard breath.

B.A., you lie still.