Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that lusting in the heart ain't necessarily confined to the Oval Office.
Yes, sir, I'm proud of them, too.
Daisy, back into these trees right here. Cut her sharp.
You're about to crush my gizzard.
Sheriff CoItrane, he thinks it might be.
This just ain't my day.
Rosco, what are you doing here?
Jesse, this is us. Do you copy? Over.
CIose your eyes, Enos.
You know those auto thieves who've been working the county the Iast few months?
HoId it right there.
Wait! SIow down. I'm supposed to drive it from here.
What's the matter? You said there wasn't a Iock you couIdn't pick.
I don't want to bust my britches...
You mean you was yea far...
It's just no use me trying to fooI with this engine.
Twenty-eight's my Iucky number.
-Shotgun! -You aIways get the shotgun.
It ain't, no.
And don't get yourseIves caught in the process...
And you make sure he Ieaves that car somewhere where it'II be found.
What I need is a man who knows something about these things.
The President's car is stoIen in Hazzard County.
Cute.