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This is a complaint, Mr. Clampett.
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.
Do you admit to claims made by the Johnsons?
Court will recess for 30 minutes after which we'll hear a final argument.
Ain't nobody threatening nobody.
When it comes to recollecting names, that young fella is pitiful.
I reckon I might as well draw out enough money to last us a month or two.
It sure is.
Your husband likes horses, does he?
That's what I say.
Mr. Platter, let me warn you that any attempt at humor will be dealt with severely.
Not to your car, but you could have bent our bumper!
Yes, sir.
For a piece over to our place.
Mm-hmm.
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.
That just didn't seem like no complaint to us.
Would you mind telling the court why you think he deserves it?
I told you not to drive with that hangover!
Bye, ma'am.
Excuse me, mister.
Now, Mr. Clavitt, let us hear what you have to say.
Well, come with me.