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MARIJUANA!
YOU KNOW, I NEVER MORE THAN DISLIKED THEM DUKE BOYS.
BUT WHAT THEY'RE DOIN' NOW? PUSHIN' MARIJUANA,
WELL, THAT'S DOWNRIGHT HATEFUL! HATEFUL!
UNLESS MAYBE IT AIN'T MARIJUANA, MR. HOGG.
KIND OF LOOKS LIKE PARSLEY.
UH?
SAGE?
WHAT?
ROSEMARY OR THYME?
NEVER MIND THE FOLK SONGS, DIM-HEAD.
IT'S MARIJUANA. I CAN SMELL IT!
(Rosco) LISTEN, I CAN SMELL IT, TOO.
AND EVEN I, EVEN I DRAW THE LINE
ON DOPE AND DRUGS FOR ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY.
ME, TOO.
ANY AMOUNT.
MAKES 'EM SHIFTLESS, SWINGY-HEADED AND UNPREDICTABLE.
LIKE HIM.
LISTEN, BOSS, I JUST CONTACTED THE F.B.I. IN ATLANTA.
AND THEY SAID THEY AIN'T GOT NOBODY ON A HOT SHEET
THAT COULD BE, UH, SHIPPIN' MARIJUANA DOWN TO THE DUKE BOYS.
IS THAT ALL THEY COULD SAY?
NO, THEY SAID FOR US TO SORT OF HANG LOOSE, THAT THEY'D GET AROUND TO US.
OH, WELL, I'LL GET AROUND TO THEM JUST AS SOON AS WE NAIL THE DUKE BOYS.
[laughing]
I'LL BET THERE'S A REWARD IN ALL THIS
BIG ENOUGH TO CHOKE A PLOW HORSE.
WE'LL JUST CHOKE THEM...
[mumbling]
WELL, WHAT ARE YOU STANDIN' THERE FOR, LEAD-HEADS?
MOUNT A MASSIVE MANHUNT.
AIN'T BUT THE TWO OF US, MR. HOGG.
THEN SPREAD OUT! I WANT BO AND LUKE DUKE!
NOW YOU GET 'EM. GET ON IT.