Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That Rysdale's our shootin' fool.

Ellie, you guard him.

Sweet Ella Mae's been courted, but the darlin' ain't been churched.

That's bad shooting, to cut those little wires with a rifle?

She's sometimes hard to reason with.

We're going to get this whole thing all straightened out.

I'll see the right thing is done by my daughter.

Going to make Sonny come back here and marry you.

What'd you do that for?

Capral, they's a-comin'.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

Ain't gonna be no shootin' unless it's talk first.

We don't want her!

I'll pick that varmint off like I picked a bodkin off a rail fence.

Yes, bless her sweet little heart.

That's better than we did with the Vodkins.

And maybe somebody else too, huh, Granny?

He held me and held me and wouldn't put me down.

They caught you before you got a penny.

Drysdale's got Uncle Jed!

Oh, they fought with vodka.

Oh, they're clay pigeons.

It was young Sonny Drysdale that courted her and fled.

Clear your head in the presence of the stars and birds.