Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but there wiII be somebody at the town square...

and the hue and cry dies down, we un-bury it.

We've got enough money to either buy grub for a few days...

Sometimes it doesn't even pay to get out of bed.

This one's hotter than a hot rod in a haystack.

-Enos, put the cuffs on them. -Wait a minute, Rosco...

-who ain't ever been born? -That was easy.

-Hush. -Yes, sir.

to the dearest friend I ever had.

Yeah, the AFT guys got a IittIe too cIose for comfort Iast time out.

Mr. Hogg, if the seriaI numbers on these biIIs check...

Enos, put the cuffs on them.

This my spIit, Boss? There's an awfuI Iot of $1 biIIs here.

For what? AII I was doing was carrying out the dying wishes of a dear friend...

Rosco CoItrane, you oId reprobate. If your mama heard you taIking Iike that...

So far, the boys'plan was working slicker than lard on a doorknob.

And your mouth runneth over. Look, put your foot on the pedal.

It's downright sinfuI. Enos, you come over here.

-AcknowIedge receipt of the money. -Anything you say.

I got to send it aII to the FederaI Reserve in AtIanta for burning.