Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I don't know. I can't even think straight.

It was J.R. Who done it all.

- Now, Mama... - I don't want to hear any "Now, Mamas"!

I guess I just needed to lose you to realize that.

You and me, Ray. We're gonna bust it up, Raymond. What else?

I got nothing against him settling down and taking on a little responsibility.

...this is my wife.

No, sir. I haven't seen her.

Might as well spring it all on them at once.

- Ray. - Yes, sir?

Isn't she pretty, Mama?

...maybe I was being too much an optimist.

Relax, honey. You're my wife now. You're family. You are a Ewing.

I can't help what conclusions your husband's gonna draw.

Much obliged, Ray.

That would be funny.

While you were getting soused, they were getting chummy.

I never believed that before.

So she up and left, her and me.

- Bobby. - J.R.

Let's just get to know each other first.

I didn't know you were allowed to smoke those things.

But old Jock, he's gotten to love it, the cow part.

Well, it can't be. He's on the way to Austin with Bobby.

Background stuff is real important.

- Jock? - Yes, Ellie?