Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cooter Davenport. You ain't got the sense the good Lord promised a turkey.
I read you, Cooter.
-Coming at you, Sheriff. -They're aII mine.
The ground gives your back naturaI support...
All the elite go there.
Now, just wait a minute. It isn't aIways that way.
Next time you wanna Ioan your car to a fooI Iike that, just run it over a cIiff.
You have to come.
Rosco, I've overpaid any debt I'II ever have to you.
It was donated by some very civic-minded peopIe.
Jill decided to hang around an extra week.
He's so crooked, he makes you Iook straight.
-Look, I-- -WeII, whiIe you were gone aII that time...
Using my car? Oh, that's reaI good, Cooter.
-I didn't mean-- -And another thing.
And don't go seIIing them at a profit.
The government took that away from us.
Now old Rosco is up for reelection.
We knew you'd be too modest to show up to the ceIebration, so we tricked you.
it'd have to leave the road and come overland.
-Thanks a Iot. -The famiIy Iine ends with Daisy.
The Hunting Club had two projects.:
-That doesn't exactIy make him AI Capone. -SIot machines?