Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

J.R.'s card.
- Follow me. - As quick as you can, huh?
Now you two guys get in the back.
Be right back.
You and your friend better get out of here.
- Ain't she, Luther? - Oh, yeah.
Guess you're elected, sugarplum.
- Which? - Here. Easy, now.
Looks like she and J.R. Had a lot in common.
And then they raped them.
Yeah. Sure, goodbye.
Somebody better call the sheriff before I blast these two slobs.
No, I don't think so. I got everything.
No rush.
- Is it bad, Ray? - No.
A windstorm, which blew in unexpectedly...
This is Jock Ewing's house...
We'd better go in the back door.
What you told her about Wanda...
Come on, come on!
You!
On 289, about 5 miles west of Braddock...
You know her?
We gonna do to J.R. Ewing what he did to me.
- A hurricane? Are you serious? - Yeah.
Yes.
They got them drunk.
I don't have time to talk about it, Sue Ellen. Gotta get on the road...
Just take care of yourself, all right?
Sing.