After hitting Rosco with his own sheriff's hat Boss throws the hat on the ground and stands on it. He then twists his foot on it, grinding it into the dirt. Boss then points his finger at Rosco, coming an inch from his nose. He's completely furious and his voice displays it "Rosco Pervus Coltrane. All my life I've waited for a big deal like this. One that would have me up there rubbing elbows with them big shot oil men like Lamar Hunt and J.R. Ewing. All I needed to do was win that race with that fancy pants NASCAR driver in there and I would have had enough publicity to launch HOGGOCO Oil into the stratosphere. But you had to go and ruin it by calling your Mama so she could get an autograph." Rosco squinted his eyes as if Boss was going to hit him again then humbly responded "Uh Boss, I really don't think you can blame this on me and my dear old Mama. I mean, I don't think that Jeff Gordon was plan on driving in that race anyway." Boss huffed "Well, that don't make no never mind anyhow on account of we got bigger things to worry about. Them Duke boys are going to be heading over here soon because they was bound to be listening so we have to get our hostage...er, I mean prisoner....out of here." Several minutes later the three men were in the patrol car racing down Mill Pond Road.