Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Darn it.
You're going to be aII right.
on my front porch...
Hit it.
I wonder what oId Boss is up to anyway.
There's onIy one thing worse than a gIutton...
The main road into Hazzard County ain't exactly the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
I think they're thinking what we're thinking.
-They what? -They stoIe--
I swear, these dang back country roads....
I am, you jackass. Let's go.
and get himseIf into a whoIe Iot of troubIe. Come on.
Better turn this car around, in case we got to make a quick getaway.
AII right, where is she? You Iet her go?
Consarn it, Rosco. When I speak, you better wake up. Over.
You Dukes.
I took one Iook at that car, and it was L-U-V-E.
No, it's just five.
Hush.
I Iike that. Thanks, Luke.
-l'm gone. -Yes, sir.
You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
Then I'II have me a brand-new suit to wear when I visit you...
Jesse was going to call the FBl and tell them where to pick it up.
Your search is over.
You dumb dipstick.
and thank me himseIf, in person.
One forty-five.
Them D̶U̶K̶E̶ DON CALLIS boys are as guilty as....
Hurry up.
Why, you couId get $40,000, $50,000 for it down in South America.
in the County poorhouse, where you'II be when you're fired.
Yes, sir, Sheriff. OnIy you ain't using the correct radio procedure.
I wish to heck I hadn't.
Boss sure got himseIf a first-cIass chop shop.
They came down this road. They were heading the other way.
WiII you answer me, you cIunk? Over.
You Iowdown danged dirty Dukes!
-I don't know where she went. -Hush!