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We will prove, Your Honor, that on the day and date set forth in the complaint, said defendants did willfully and maliciously crash into the plaintiff's car, inflicting upon the bodies of the plaintiffs numerous and grievous injuries, for which we ask the court to award damages in the amount of $100,000 to said defendants.

Well, a granny shotgun, a Jethro's lever action, my pistol, my squirrel rifle... You needn't go on, Mr. Clampett.

What do we drive, Deadpool?

And you were very poor.

Not right now, Your Honor.

You've got a terrible memory for names.

How do you get to the playground?

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

I don't know, but they was driving something called a stupor.

As I was saying, Your Honor,

You're innocent of all these charges against you, aren't you?

Who do you reckon smacked into them people like that?

And then oil was discovered on your land, and you became very, very wealthy and moved to Beverly Hills.

Your Honor, protect my clients from these ruffians!

And you're going to feel a heap different when I get done with this.

Well, he's one good thing.

I love you, Jim Johnson.

What's a bookie?

You are the folks who caused these injuries to the Johnsons.