Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'll be damned.
- "C." - "C."
Ah, ah. Steady on, Spalding.
Is that what it was?
Fever's finally broken.
So you listen to Belle.
Never let them put the chains on your mind.
- Just relax. - No!
Massa, this storm ain't done.
We fight for ourselves. You understand?
We... we... we on our way to the farm proper.
Grandmother.
they ain't ever gonna tear me down.
You leave her unsupervised with the nigger girl.
From now on, we don't fight for English.
You frighten me!
a nigger can't be on the road after sundown.
It felt like the water was talkin' to me.
- Missy, it's beautiful! - Ah!
A good wife obeys her husband.
Bet you never heard that nursery rhyme, huh?
Yes, Massa.
Where'd this weather come from?!
English say white man who fights for King George
Hold your ground!
I wonder what my mama would've named me.
Lord, I wish you'd been wrong about this storm!
- Okay. - Fa.
♪ Mornin' ♪
Pikes?
They're never going to let us live, Belle.
I'm sure you love that child as if she was your own, eh?
Missy, don't!
He saved us.
Helping me.
Spalding: Fiddler, get moving!
Looky there! Look at that step!
You don't know every people in Africa.
Go.
Kill you?
♪ Farewell, farewell ♪
This is our only child!
♪ Roll down ♪
Evangelist: Ye that fear God, give audience.
That'd be a lot of toubab in Hell.
Will the toubab go to Hell because they own slaves?
Fa is here. Fa is here.
Where'd that old coot come from?
You mean?
Will advance at the ordinary!
Hmm?
Just bring him alive.
Well, what is it?
Be careful.
Bless you.
Hmm?
Kill me.
I-I came in for some kindling.
is Kunta Kinte!
Why do you get to decide?
seein' as I went to Hell across lots to bring you back home.
- Hasn't she by now? - No, sir.
George Lea the Second.
to be a man of humor before he gave you that name.
What I would like...
Girls, look at Noah, my new horseman.
Behold, the only thing that is greater than you.
Yes.
Forward!
- Missy! - No.
If I was to lose this one, I'm...
Because they own us?
I hate this country!
Besides, Hell is not punishment enough for the toubab.
Miss Kizzy Waller.
They tell me the world is bigger than this farm.
Better off being actually dead than living dead.
Mm. Mm.
That's what you all were screaming at?
Toby's your name.
Aah!
Jesus alone!
Mm. Mm-hmm.
But they don't know what I know about you.
Naming your child 'fore the stars and all creation.
- I'm sorry. - Granddaughter...
This governor rules all of Virginia?
Happy birthday, young lady!
- It's candle-lighting time. - Yes, sir.
- We could have stayed together forever. - Massa, please.