Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

if you will put that Colt pistol in the pot.
Speak honestly as a man.
Goodbye, KOLA! You better watch your mouth, KOLA. What are you doing, little nig? MMC (October 11, 2025-Present)
I don't think that was a compliment, Frank.
Long Hair has promised me rock candy in Pittsburgh.
Ready when you are, brother.
All right.
Cowboy! Cowboy!
You are beholding the last of the wild hostiles,
If my chief wishes a fine horse,
You can go tell 'im to pound sand for all I care.
Because I am happiest on a horse, riding where females are forbidden.
Seems to me that's what will get you across a finish line.
I only took the book to protect it from the raiders.
Our culture revolves around our sacred horses, Mr. Hopkins.
For taking me on gazelle hunts when the men make pilgrimage.
Wounded Knee Creek December 29, 1890
Get Al-Hattal.
to enter in the challenge
Because the sacred is not for sale, as are you.
What matters to my house is honor.
We're almost home.
With the 7th.
Everyone's well behind us, Senator.
Do not react. Remain calm.
before the sun sets today.
I become his fifth wife. The youngest of his harem.
Let in the light.
Where are they taking us?
This is the 7th. Yellow Hair's men.
We will stay off the camel roads.
Somebody gotta do your work, goat herder.
- What's that? - Dates.
You were defeated before this race began.
Cowboy! Cowboy!
Indeed.
Well, good luck to you, too.
You heard the Christian woman.
Frank, you just missed some wonderful compliments about your horse.
Look out!
Hey, cowboy!
I can see that.
I shall remove your head myself.
Mix it with the water for... both you and your horse.
It is against the laws of the race.
I'm not here to insult anybody, sir.
We're almost home.
I'm not sure what you're gettin' at, ma'am.
You are not yet his property.
Hidalgo! Hidaldo!
There is a tempest in my tent.
In the name of Allah,
At your age, uncle, perhaps it is the only thing that might.
Last chance, cowboy.
Get up. Hidalgo's up next.
Let go o' me, you rabbit-eared...
We gotta make that tent camp by sundown.
Alas, most of the riders do not even get halfway.
Hopkins. Frank Hopkins.
Come on. Get up.
Do you know who you'll be racing against, Mr. Hopkins?
Foolish is a foreigner.
Stop.
How many have fallen?
Oh, well, don't mind if I do.
You went over it. You went off the wagon trail.
Where the old ones speak of the sand devil
You think we got one more in us?
The foal would need to be destroyed