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For a piece over to our place.

Court will recess for 30 minutes after which we'll hear a final argument.

When it comes to recollecting names, that young fella is pitiful.

Ain't nobody threatening nobody.

I told you not to drive with that hangover!

That's what I say.

Would you mind telling the court why you think he deserves it?

This is a complaint, Mr. Clampett.

Mr. Platter, let me warn you that any attempt at humor will be dealt with severely.

Now, Mr. Clavitt, let us hear what you have to say.

Do you admit to claims made by the Johnsons?

Excuse me, mister.

Not to your car, but you could have bent our bumper!

Your husband likes horses, does he?

Well, come with me.

Well, Mrs. Johnson and I had just driven up to the bank where I hoped to borrow some money for my favorite charity, the Horse Lovers of America.

That just didn't seem like no complaint to us.

I reckon I might as well draw out enough money to last us a month or two.

And during the recess, when I seen Mr. Johnson with his daughter and seen how much he loved her, just like I do Ellie Mae, well, it kind of tore at my heart.