Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The name of the game is...
But when it comes time to get him into college, let's see what box you check.
Joseph hates me.
Oh.
This is nice land, John Redcorn.
Hey, Mr. Redcorn.
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[Cars honking constantly]
She married that two years before she met you.
Why would Joseph hate you? He barely knows you.
John Redcorn.
I don't know what you're talking about. I was crying.
I'll be right back.
Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about "your son." Sit down.
Okay, Johnny. Stay cool.
I just don't think it's a good idea your coming by this Thanksgiving.
it's the neck and gibs.
Sug, he's Dale's son, remember?
So close! I spun it a little too hard.
Get back in the truck behind Bobby where you're safe.
Sorry. I thought you were Mr. Redcorn.
All right, then.
now would be a good time.
- Bobby, haven't you done enough to him? - It's my choice.
Bobby, I agree that stealing Indians' land was wrong.
Well, I guess you see him every day.
You're right. This is something to drink to.
Not in a while, Sug. I'm scared he might do something stupid.
But I barely see my son since we broke up.
What if your father lost the places he hunted, and fished, and lived, and loved?
These legs get dog-tired by 3:10.