Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What?
You never hear them say,
JOE: Okay.
How are you so sure?
Pickett, I gotta know.
Oh, I hate me a bear.
I'm going to be away tomorrow.
I think it's different raising girls.
I don't like it, either.
why is the new game warden
I saw that man--
to me and my son.
For crying out loud, Pickett,
When I'm elected sheriff, first thing I'm going to do
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Joe, you're hit.
(GROANS)
Don't listen to her.
You're not gonna shoot whoever comes up looking.
What's the deal with that rifle?
Figured they got enough.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Uh-oh.
(GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
My mom when I pop into existence:
Who's there?
Mom, can I tell you something?
Whoever killed Ote, if they were up there,
more than her husband.
There it is. Thanks, Mom.
Or maybe it's just not possible.
Yeah.
Don't worry. We go back a ways.
They'll run all the way back to base camp.
that just wouldn't go away?
And he winds up hurt or dead...
Well, maybe it's nothing.
without those two shitheads attached to his hips.
I knew he was bad.
(PANTING) All right, all right.
♪ Lots of booze And lots of ramblin'
Vern Dunnegan has it all under control.
♪ Headed down to Tennessee
So he is going?
With her husband's money?
It's just a .22, Joey.
Hard to describe.
Can we make a deal?
It's true.
my mom can be a lot.
I think you should stay here with us.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
call the office to tell him to tell me
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
No, they're spooked.
Yeah, the horses took the radio.
Well, if you didn't scare off the horses,
I've seen her out there before.
Although, it's easier to keep a secret if you're in on it.
If you don't want it, you're going to have to
Yeah, well, they should assume the same of me
See I-I don't suppose either you brought, you know,
How about this, huh?
Do you think I'm bullshitting your husband?
you make sure the blame falls on the wardens.
I know, it just--
Probably out of cell service.
Not if your husband proves my innocence.
Should only be two.
All guts and feathers.
Yeah, go ahead. Call it in.
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)