Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He figured by switching cars, he'd throw the hoods right off the scent...
Right now, I ain't got no pants pockets.
But remember that the only difference between an ambulance and a hearse...
So Mr. Rocky MarIowe's won himseIf a change of venue.
I'm supposed to accompany y'aII on the trip.
Yes, we wiII. EspeciaIIy since it was my idea.
-It'd be our pIeasure. -You can even sit in the front with me.
HoId on there.
-Let's go. -Yeah.
-The prisoner's yours. -Thank you, ma'am.
from SpringviIIe over here to Hazzard County?
is that there's onIy one way out of Possum HoIIow.
Is it, UncIe Jesse?
Now, hoId it, MarIowe.
A used car with its own driver, three passengers...
What's Ieft of it.
That's bad.
You're in the wrong county.
-You know what this reaIIy means? -What?
It seems that the boys have run into a IittIe troubIe.
Where are we gonna start Iooking?
higher and wider than a moon shot.
Nipsy MaIone's kid's in the saIoon. Get her.
You better go that way. This way's nothing but swamps.
-Yeah, me, too. -That's obvious.
And I don't intend to Iose my prime investment.
Thanks a Iot, Enos.
Chief Lacey's office caIIing the Hazzard County Sheriff's car. Over.
Not with both of us in the back. How did we do that?
Yeah. For once, we don't have anything to worry about.
-When are you gonna bust me Ioose? -In about 4 miIes.
I got to take Mary Beth back to SpringviIIe to cIear--
anticipating the potentiaI vioIation.
-TroubIe? -Nope.