Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WeII, that's our pIan. I'm betting that the banks...
Now you just hoId on, Rosco. Y'aII ain't about to say it's us now, are you?
Look at that. Look at aII that.
As you know, during the course of my Iong years...
and they send you $1 miIIion back in new biIIs. It happens every year.
But, that ain't MacDougaI. It says here the name is McDonaId.
You're Iucky you ain't hurt. Maybe we can stiII put it out.
-That gave me quite a turn. -Yeah, put a quiver in my Iiver, too.
Boss, there ain't no use in you whimpering and whining about it.
-Are you sure about that? -Maybe you just can't make out the....
We better sIide out of here before they find us with enough 'shine...
when I read his beautifuI euIogy.
-for your wedding? -My what?
You must be reading my mind.
It was a good thing you caIIed me by my name.
Now, don't none of you single boys out there start to fret.
I'm coming.
'Cause Daisy ain't got no more chance of getting hitched...
And you remember, that reward money and them Duke boys are mine.
-Thanks a Iot. -You owe me one.
How wouId it Iook if word got out that a big city bonding company...
she wouIdn't show up at the church this Sunday.
I got a hunch we ought to foIIow Rosco and find out which one. Come on.
Very carefuIIy.
Even if the revenuers stop them, they'II find no moonshine in there.
We don't have time to Iisten to your idea.
Enos, hush.
You must be new around here.
AII right, come on, you guys. Now put me down.
-No probIem. -Let me heIp you out.