Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Where's my money? -It's my baby's money, Mr. McQuade.
Runs good, don't it?
'"There's trouble, and then there's trouble. '"
WeII, then I want Cooter, or Bo, or Luke...
Go grab that tooI kit out of the back seat.
even if you doubIe-cIutch it.
You come see me.
And if you don't step on it, he'II give us a ticket for iIIegaI parking.
I'm at Parkins Road, Iike you said. Over.
You just better, or eIse you wiII be....
WeII, good hunting.
-No! -Come on, don't hurt her.
This engine's so souped-up, driving it as sIow as we have has given it the coIic.
-We're gonna hit oId SIade. -Hang a right. Come on.
WeII, that's good to hear.
Enos, you got your ears on? Come on.
-Here he comes. -That's the cue.
Bo, you go tear up some cIean sheets.
I Ioved him and he Ioved me.
Somebody Iuckier than us.
Damn and doubIe damn!
By hoIding on to it yourseIf?
End of story. Almost.
Mr. McQuade wiII be a whoIe Iot friendIier...
He shouId be. He's Iearned from his daddy...
There's no Indians around here.
Oh, no.
We know what it Iooks Iike. We've been chasing the dang thing aII morning.
used to run moonshine at one time or another...
-sets a bad exampIe for everybody eIse. -Right.
-How come? -She's come into a great sum of money.
That's a boy, get them ! Just stay with them, and stay on them.
Give the boys time to dump that whiskey.
There ain't nobody would deny him that.
Now, Mary Kaye, don't you be afraid.
Oh, my gosh! AII that money is in there.