Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Man, that old tub of lard can't stand up to my boys.
- I'm sorry, Doc. - Hannibal!
putting you in the closet was not my first choice.
And you're not goin' anywhere, either, Colonel.
I'll be over in a couple of minutes.
You're gonna eat it, Sheriff!
Face, you and Murdock put up that paper wall...
Besides, I lost blood and I feel faint.
So you were stuck in a closet for an hour. Big deal.
Face is gonna pay.
Try and cool him down for me, will ya?
That won't be necessary, Sheriff. Now, keep your hands...
Say, do any of you creeps know the way to San Jose?
Then climb off your tricycles and come in and get him.
A handshake isn't exactly a binding agreement.
Okay, let me out.
We have some M.P.s comin'up here to take you guys back home to your stockade.
We've come for our brother Sonny! Let him out, or we take this town apart!
- Turn in? - Yeah. Gotta.
Poor guy's just tryin' to do his job.
Because I got a feelin' you're gonna be leakin' from three or four holes in a minute.
Maybe tonight, early morning.
Here you go, B.A. A .44 for ya.
If you ladies'll wait in the office, the sheriff'll bring you some paint.
Hey, Sheriff, look.
I don't understand. A motorcycle gang?
You pigs want Jenko?
Yeah. I hear there's a lot of that goin' around. Right, brother?
- Yeah... He does? - He told me so himself.
One oughta do it.
Sheriff, if you ignore the obvious, you can get away with anything.