Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Thank you. - Get in there, you bloody...

The smaller ones can't keep up.

- How are you? - Fine, thanks. How are you?

...of my Cabinet. We extend our deepest sympathies...

...they live quite contentedly in this desert.

You'd have to dig the whole day to find enough food to feed her.

It was also beautifully smooth and ideal for curing snakeskin.

Right. Explain that they cannot cross our border under arms.

You've gotta smile and tell her she looks good.

Sometimes they hear a thundering sound when there are no clouds.

Mom, it's not in the Kalahari. Botswana isn't all desert.

However, eyewitnesses state Sam Boga did not take part in the assassination.

But then, of course, I blew it, and I...

We mourn the deaths of three members...

Come on. Mount the bazooka. Move it, move it!

...so I offered to look for you. That was very sweet of me.

I don't tell her I analyse it for my doctoral thesis.

When he shoots a buck, it feels a sting and the arrow drops out.

Now, you tell me.

And unfamiliar emotions began to stir.

It was harder and heavier and smoother than anything they'd ever known.

Get out! Get out! Get out! Get in there.

Keep it down a bit, Mpudi. I'm trying to tune the scanner.

I gotta get Sam Boga. He shot up half our Cabinet.

They've always sent only good things, like rain, trees, roots and berries to eat.

Ask them. They'll tell you rhinoceroses always stamp out fires.

How come suddenly he the big hero?

Where's the truck?

Miss Thompson, if you make a fire, and a rhinoceros sees it...

Four of the eight assassins got away in two jeeps.

Next time you're going to be a bit higher.

Her hair was quite gruesome...

- Is she down there? - Yes.

Then he shouted, Look out! Look out!

Kate! It's okay. You can come out now!

Goodbye, Miss Thompson.

It struck him that she must be one of the gods.

Three months in jail, same thing. He gonna die for sure.

- Do you hear me? - Right here, general.

The trouble is, I have to meet the new schoolteacher at Mabula.