Oh, we had a dandy trip.

That's the one.

And I gave him plenty of extra jugs for the trip back.

Public enemy number one.

He's sleeping one off now.

He's a bad one, Sam.

Could you make me one?

Is that the degenerate criminal I had to give up my fishing trip for just when the bass started biting?

The charges are piling up at the minute, but the one I'm worried about is murder.

I am president of one of the biggest banks in Beverly Hills.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crew.

The political boss, the gunslinger, and the crooked judge.

He's the postmaster and the justice of the peace.

The judge is up the river and he's up the creek.

The bear drinks?

He's up half the night watching the late, late show.

What are the charges?

Call the Supreme Court.

The man's in love.

Order in the court.