Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How's my patient?

B.A., you lie still.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah, this is Deputy Harmson.

- Detour an access road. - What?

Yeah. You really shouldn't leave guys like us unattended.

I can't agree to have fugitives protect this town.

All right, bring him here. Put him on the table.

- What do ya say, Doc? - Hank, what's happening?

Nah, I just wanna squeeze you marshmallows outta my town.

Sorry, Doctor. We're gonna have to do things my way. But don't worry; I won't hurt you. How're you doin', B.A.?

Ah, it's just a set dressing problem. Nothing to it.

I haven't seen a wound like that since Vietnam.

Barbarians, huh?

You messed up bad. Now I have to mess you up.

I just gotta play against the house. So long, lizard breath.

There was no air support, no nothin'.

Your life depends on 'em. My take on you is...your handshake is your bond.

- Murdock, you know where you start. - Yes, sir.

Gonna need that metal platin'. And get me some of this audio wire.

He's a very unusual guy.

There's 20 or 30 of'em. They're comin' back here on a garbage run...

Let me know when your eyes start to fog.

But I'm gonna need somebody to wheel me around.

You just tell Murdock. He'll know what to do.

That is John "Hannibal'"Smith. Colonel.

I mean, the Barbarians just lettin'us take their boss away like that...

- Not bad, huh? - Hope it works.

What were you hunting? Elephants?

I don't know what I'm gonna do. I got my words, and my brain's workin' fine.

And every now and then, I like to drop the hammer on a piece of dirt.

- No problem, Colonel. - Face, see if that cable will move to the other side.

It's gonna make me crazy just like he is.

Hannibal, you... you'll talk him out of it, won't you?