Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take him in the living room. Right there.
Honey...
No, Jock.
- Hello? - J.R.? Am I glad to hear you.
What'd you do for the talent contest, honey?
I appreciate it.
We're done, Allen.
- We don't have any. - Find some!
- I've lived through hurricanes before. - You're also a city girl.
The doctor's stuck somewhere in the storm.
Now get out of here!
If I were you, Junior...
Right, honey?
- You said J.R. And Ray were back. - Well, they are...
Damn.
Because we need you in the other room, Junior.
- At least we ain't gonna be freeloading. - What?
Tie him up.
I swear I'll shoot.
Then what have you come here for?
Granddaddy...
Not another word about it, Mr. Frick.
...and you.
Oh, yeah.
Relax. They'll be back soon. Besides, I made dinner plans for us.
Junior and the cowboy were with Wanda and Mary Lou last night.
The boredom is almost as bad as the migraine.
Sing what you sang then, only modern it up.
Southfork, Braddock, Texas.
...for justice. - Justice? What kind of justice?
You don't go away, now, you hear?
Lover left his calling card.
We come looking for two of them.
I can imagine.
Hey, I'm with you.
Think all of them are gone?
- Allen, come with me. - I'll get my horse.