Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, Iisten, keep Iow, don't Iet them eyebaII you...

and we'II catch them between a rock and a hard pIace.

Cooter, it's Luke.

Think your oId UncIe Jesse can't handIe cards...

I am sorry, Mr. Peckinpaugh.

See what I mean?

Enos, watch him. Get those peopIe out of that truck.

You'II just have to sit a mite Ionger, Mr. StovaII.

Credit? What good is that kind of credit?

But not Dewey. Let's go find him.

-...without asking my permission. -She didn't ask your permission?

-Things are just fine. -Satisfied?

I reaIIy shouId stand pat.

We can get trapped in here.

I feII getting out of the truck on the edge of town.

Luke and me were wondering if we couId get an advance on our saIary.

That's a big ten-four.

Somehow l knew he was gonna be on that gambling truck the next day...

But after I Iost the money, I couIdn't bear to stay in there another minute.

He ain't moved. He's stiII up there.

Here comes Cooter.

Rosco, how dare you Ieave your car right where I'm going?

I figured to fight fire with fire and make my store just as big as theirs.