Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why him, not me? I jumped you too.
...near the Southfork Ranch.
No, don't do that. The roads are impossible.
Get some rope.
Lucy, you know where those oil lamps are?
Home. Bad storm blowing in. Hands are off. J.R. And Ray aren't back yet.
Which I intend to here.
...it's true, ain't it? - So what?
We're holding our own. The others are still out there, though.
The only kind of justice poor, working men like us can get...
...in those beauty shows.
We gonna do to J.R. Ewing what he did to me.
...but Pam didn't sound right, like something was wrong.
You seem to find this whole thing very funny.
Sing.
I got it. I got it.
...round up some strays. Ray and I gotta change clothes.
Should be down this road.
- I don't know where it is. - Well, let's go look for it, Miss Texas.
- No! No! - Fight me! Yes! Come on, fight me!
- What do you plan to do? - Same thing as Junior done to my wife.
But, Miss Ellie, J.R. Says that...
And guess where we found her this morning.
...shore up the ranch. - I can be home soon.
And now here's Miss Texas!
Yes?
Sorry, ma'am. We're in trouble. Can we use your phone?
- We ain't no criminals, lady. - Right.
He doesn't like change, that's all.
Well, a lot of people got my business card.
That gives us a choice.
I bet they didn't believe that. We'll show them another time.
Miss Ellie has a migraine, though.
- You talk about justice? - Nope. Frick talks about justice.
- Just old Mary Lou. That's nobody. - You didn't used to think I was nobody.
Luther never has been the shy type.
Get that black-and-white calf.
Sure did.
...and got to tell them about you, what a fine executive you've turned out to be.
Allen!
Hands are off. Fiesta day.