Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, ma'am. We're in trouble. Can we use your phone?
He doesn't like change, that's all.
Get some rope.
...but Pam didn't sound right, like something was wrong.
Sing.
Which I intend to here.
Should be down this road.
Home. Bad storm blowing in. Hands are off. J.R. And Ray aren't back yet.
Allen!
Yes?
Luther never has been the shy type.
...it's true, ain't it? - So what?
Get that black-and-white calf.
No, don't do that. The roads are impossible.
You seem to find this whole thing very funny.
- No! No! - Fight me! Yes! Come on, fight me!
Lucy, you know where those oil lamps are?
...shore up the ranch. - I can be home soon.
Sure did.
We gonna do to J.R. Ewing what he did to me.
The only kind of justice poor, working men like us can get...
...round up some strays. Ray and I gotta change clothes.
Hands are off. Fiesta day.
- You talk about justice? - Nope. Frick talks about justice.
- We ain't no criminals, lady. - Right.
Miss Ellie has a migraine, though.
Why him, not me? I jumped you too.
I bet they didn't believe that. We'll show them another time.
Well, a lot of people got my business card.
I got it. I got it.
...and got to tell them about you, what a fine executive you've turned out to be.
And guess where we found her this morning.
- What do you plan to do? - Same thing as Junior done to my wife.
But, Miss Ellie, J.R. Says that...
- Just old Mary Lou. That's nobody. - You didn't used to think I was nobody.
That gives us a choice.
And now here's Miss Texas!
...in those beauty shows.
We're holding our own. The others are still out there, though.
...near the Southfork Ranch.
- I don't know where it is. - Well, let's go look for it, Miss Texas.