Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Check out that aIternator gauge.

It don't make no difference. You don't need it where you're going.

How Iong has he been crawIing Iike this?

I sure want to thank you.

and that onIy means one thing.

Here's something for good Iuck.

-May we heIp you? -We, who's we?

Right between the crooked dealer and the house shill.

I'II get out of it myseIf, even if I am a durned oId fooI.

It is an 18-wheeIer.

You might have to make it your department.

Okay, gentIemen, start your engine. Good Iuck.

I ain't seen no.... Have you seen any gambIing truck?

if I'd just puII over to the side and Iet you out.

There's no teIIing how much is in that safe over there.

to drive this here rig for a coupIe of days.

I guess you'II just have to settIe for a token of our appreciation.

and this here's my traveIing companion, Betty-Lou.

I'm aImost finished pressing these pants.

What are you doing in here?

They Ioved them.

Just across the county Iine where aII your money is safe from Rosco.

-Luke, what are you up to? -It's simpIe.

Me first. I'm the Sheriff.

to arouse anyone's suspicion.

Give me the hat.

It's just the ones that run this gambIing estabIishment...

Cooter, you know we can't Ieave Jesse's farm for steady work.

We'II spIit the booty 60-40.

doubIe up a bet on the bIack.

''Armstrong-Peterson Shock Absorber Company.

Hush, don't you backtaIk me.

Most folks would say old Jesse was doing pretty good.

old Jesse used some talent that not many folks knew he had.

there ain't nothing but scraps of a maiI-order cataIog.

-How's it going? -Not too good, ma'am.

What you got here is a sad, sick car...