Jesse looks out the window and watches the General kick up dirt with Rosco not far behind.
He then reaches for his red hat and turns to the dinner table. "Now Daisy you stay right here. It's not every day you get a NASCAR legend over for dinner but I'm going to go after 'em. I ain't gonna be able to catch 'em but maybe I can help in some sorta way. I just can't sit around when my boys are being set up by this disgraceful excuse of a police department." He opened the door.
Daisy popped out of her seat. "Oh no you don't Uncle Jesse. I'm going with you. And we're taking the Jeep. It's faster than that old Ford of yours."
She then turned to the dinner table. "Pardon me, but Southern hospitality don't take a back seat to much....but it does to family." She darted past Jesse who looked to the table and responded. "Well, you boys just eat your supper and make yerselves at home. When Daisy gits like this there ain't no stopping her." He tipped his hat and went out to the Jeep where Daisy had already fired up the engine.