Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Her father works the reservation herd.

- Little early to call it good. - [laughs]

You can hear her feet waltzing across the floor,

[roaring, screaming]

- [chuckles] Oh, to be nineteen again.

would've leathered that one a bit.

You're a hunter.

the man-eater of Sabi and the man-eaters of Tsavo.

but when you consider the bride,

- How's the husband holding up?

I am the bridge from the extinct civilization of your people

There will be a car ready for you in the morning.

- I'm here to see the super-tendent.

- Yes, his children. I'm sorry for his children.

- You need to clean those wounds.

- You're gonna hang us? Ey?

- [whispers] You don't see the romance in that?

practicing for her reception.

- They was all shooting at me!

- We ain't getting that a wagon up any higher.

Line yourselves against the wall facing me.

and the wolves come.

Come on, breathe.

When I say, you will sweep to the edge in my direction.

- You didn't say you were sorry.

Might be a good place to hold them.

Whoa, boy. Come here.

A slovenly-kept home breeds apathy in children

Pick three to stay with the herd.

Found these sheep in the mountains.

- Zane! - Which one shot at you?

There is no judge.

One is only a quarter mile from my house.

- Oh, I have factored in the future.