Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

or that outhouse to rebuild...
No, it wasn't. It was guns.
It's better than I thought.
Dang it, Enos, wiII you pIease use the miIitary code?
Enos, I don't want you to honk the car horn.
Is that MiII Pond, Rosco?
except it's only just beginning.
And I'm gonna bake up some pecan cookies just for you, Bo.
Give me that.
Two FBl men had already arrived in Hazzard County.
I sure wouId Iove to have some butter brickIe crunch.
He wanted everything to be real legal, so he didn't skip any of the parts.
to assauIt my virtue?
I think you better Iet me go aIong.
Isn't she the winner of the hog-throwing contest three years in a row?
And you did it right across the street from the Sheriff's office.
And she won't never Iet us forget it.
ln Hazzard, when everybody thinks they got everybody else pegged...
I'm gonna make it up to you by brewing you up...
Don't you worry none about Jesse.
TweedIedee and Dum over at the garage again, Red Dog.
BIue Fox, this is Red Dog.
to spending the rest of your days behind bars.
'cause the boys knew Uncle Jesse never went anywhere...
-You bIew it. -What do you mean, I bIew it?
It was exciting.
You understand ''higher''?
Now what?
Dang.