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Well, Mrs. Johnson and I had just driven up to the bank where I hoped to borrow some money for my favorite charity, the Horse Lovers of America.
Mm-hmm.
Ain't nobody threatening nobody.
I told you not to drive with that hangover!
Do you admit to claims made by the Johnsons?
For a piece over to our place.
Bye, ma'am.
Would you mind telling the court why you think he deserves it?
It sure is.
Excuse me, mister.
Your husband likes horses, does he?
This is a complaint, Mr. Clampett.
Not to your car, but you could have bent our bumper!
That just didn't seem like no complaint to us.
Mr. Platter, let me warn you that any attempt at humor will be dealt with severely.
And during the recess, when I seen Mr. Johnson with his daughter and seen how much he loved her, just like I do Ellie Mae, well, it kind of tore at my heart.
When it comes to recollecting names, that young fella is pitiful.
Well, come with me.
I reckon I might as well draw out enough money to last us a month or two.
Court will recess for 30 minutes after which we'll hear a final argument.
Yes, sir.
That's what I say.
Now, Mr. Clavitt, let us hear what you have to say.