Ride off and leave them with a back full of bullets!

We'd get them on the wing.

Now he thinks he's got wings.

Even with 30 or 40 bullets in him, he's more than a match for... Shh!

Just regular kind, you know, with the wings and the feathers and those crazy-looking feet.

You're gonna be a smash. Don't worry about a thing.

that resulted in the smashing of a plate-glass window?

A gull smashed into Annie's front door. Mitch, what's happening?

They made some mess, too, smashing into buildings and everything.

If you'd rather I add a new wing to the house.

Just a whopping them big old pink wings of an otter.

There's a dog who used to be able to trail a butterfly through a swamp after it rained.

I taught Skippy and Honey a little trick to do at the wing-ding.

What fate, what power have I to thank for giving wings to my feet?

With Lydia.

For you to stop that overgrown young'un of yours from eating us out of a wing-ding.

and I catch you making one move in her direction, you're gonna find yourself weighing about three bullets heavier.

With a rifle?

Loaded with them.

With baling wire?