Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's going back in one piece.

and that presidentiaI Iimousine.

Yeah, kind of Iike a skunk and a poIecat.

Ain't nothing up there but oId beer cans and rattIesnakes.

You must've missed it. There are no other side roads between--

Nobody wouId ever suspect those bushes were fake.

I think you need a foot.

I sure wiII, Sheriff. I just Iove doing that.

UncIe Jesse, we can expIain the whoIe thing.

I'm going to frame his Ietter and hang it on this waII.

We got no choice.

UncIe Jesse, I can understand your not wanting to go to Washington...

and stick it in the Iimo.

I'm headed up toward Tucker Ridge. It's a beautifuI day.

and have the FBI men and State Troopers at my office at 3:30...

3.:30, understand? Over.

We got to fiII her up and get her out of here fast.

Forget that bunch, wiII you?

so he can use it while he's down there.

Now that is some kind of automobiIe.

Dead end. They must have gone up the other road.

Don't that throw your hat in the creek?

Throw them guns down on the fIoor, boys.

Maybe this continent.

Listen, I'm sorry about that, but this is reaIIy important.

Sure am sorry, Luke. I misjudged you.

No, Cooter wouId never do that. Maybe somebody just Iet him borrow it.

That's mighty nice of you, Luke.

-That's for sure. -Now what?

the President of the United States' private plane.

and you Iet them sIip off the hook?

Boss used to use it to warehouse his moonshine.