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one for the Sheriff.
with a wife who's a crack shot.
That's just Iike you Duke boys, Ieading a IittIe boy into a Iife of crime.
You just keep on driving.
No, that way.
I can't beIieve my new boots finaIIy came in at the post office.
HoId it. Freeze!
Where in tarnation are you? Come in.
-And, boy, is he ever mean. -Mean?
and even l'm gonna miss sometimes.
And that robber was you, Bo Duke.
And he's practicing for the Liars' OIympics.
-ToId you he had a gun. -It ain't even his gun, it's ours.
You wanna dance?
We got nothing but a jackass for a sheriff.
-Which one? -Number two is cIosest.
you'd figure it would start to grow by now, wouldn't you?
but I'm going to have to borrow your car for a whiIe.
Right. Driving.
You seem to know aII the shortcuts.
Maybe I couId staII them just a IittIe bit. They're IiabIe to hit back.
I'm not nervous. Just reaI sIow, okay?
but wouIdn't you trust Enos?
Boss, don't worry about Enos.
-What about you, Luke? -Me, neither.
Put that thing away, Rosco. It might go off.
What's wrong? I hope it ain't my cooking.
I said ''dough.''
Enos, you got your ears on? Come on.
Enos, will you get your butt over here? l need you. Come on.
How about you, Enos?
Now.
you'd find at Ieast one cop hanging around.
Do it now.
Me, either.
ln Hazzard, that age starts around seven.
and I gotta do it fast, before I change my mind.