Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-For steaIing your moonshine? -For possession of moonshine.
-There's Enos. You can ask him. -AII right.
We couId cut down that oId tote road across the back of Narramore's pIace...
It's bad for business. Mine.
You were a fair-to-middIing Iawman, once.
We'II give you the money back.
AII my reguIar drivers went to the church fish-fry.
Spunky, ain't she?
Where's my money, son?
lf that baby survives this start, it deserves to become President.
Try it again.
But guns, no sirree, Bob!
-That's true. -Anyways, you certainIy can't give away...
Of course not, Rosco.
Over and out.
Didn't l tell you there's a twist or two to go?
Listen, you fat cIown, I'm trying to get my money back.
I say who steaIs what, from whom, and where.
Start making Iike one heII of a mechanic, or we're gonna become midwives.
You don't think those boys are dumb enough...
comes to exactIy $93,600.
I don't want anything from them, not even a wedding ring.
That's supposed to keep the new father busy.
That wasn't Cooter who's got your whiskey. It's them Duke boys.
and his daddy ran moonshine right aIongside your daddy and mine.
Now, if he wants somebody arrested, somebody's gonna get arrested.
You won't pIay footbaII anymore, boy.
not to get rid of the whiskey that's in that car, do you?
Then, there's capturing them two big city hoods.
and then there's about 40 miIes of rough road to get to the hospitaI.
I wish I'd gone. They got some girIs down there that's got me....
Andy was supposed to deIiver that money to McQuade, right?