Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hmm. Well, I hope you're right.
No phones, no pool, no pets, but you're gonna love your new neighbour.
Shootin' it out at high noon, maybe we can raise the van...
It's gonna be like the Fourth of July! My, my!
Put me down! Slow it down, fool!
They get a little testy when you lock 'em up in their own cells.
And once he's stabilized, we'll move him in here and hold him for the M.P.s.
What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in jail?
You got Howlin' Mad's blood in your veins.
That was Doc Sullivan. She's still trying to locate some blood for that buddy of theirs that was shot up.
Raise 'em nice and slow.
Hey, Sheriff, get over here!
He's in more trouble than you guys. Pulled him over for speeding and ran his prints.
Boy, is old Lynch gonna burn after this one. He'll go cuckoo.
I've got a couple of guys down here I want you to run through your computer.
You just wait till the clouds catch fire.
If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them...
- Jack here'll help you. - Right.
Interesting, isn't it?
How long ago did it happen?
That guy over at Doc's is our choreographer.
Uh, Murdock, what is with all the poetry?
§ You never get rich by diggin' a ditch §
and rhyme his words just like me.
And the winner of the game would holler...
- How much time we got? - About an hour and a half.
Um, give me that radio down there, would ya, hot potato?
Outta range. That's kinda strange.
I'll be waitin'for you.
It was my fault.
That still don't make us even, sucker.