Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's going on?

That's good! What is that?

That's right! Clean shot!

I told you to do that before we left!

Remington! Tyler! Some of you men, let's go!

The sooner I get rid of him, the better.

And I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

double dare, knock off the chip!

The marshal wants you to work as an undercover agent.

He's no minister. And he's no minion.

Where's Willie?

Nobody? Nobody.

He's just some Philadelphia jay I got tied up with to get me out here.

Open that rotten little mouth!

Wait 'til I get...

Sure, Doc. Help yourself.

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Why, you...

I can't tell you any more.

There. That'll be a real nice picture for us.

Abel Swanson will sell you anything you want.

Uh, look, I hope I didn't give the hotel a bad name by fainting.

I'll bet you think I'm crying right now.

{ Wind Blowing, Whistling]

Mr. And Mrs. Hiram Remington. Atlanta.

{ Floorboard Creaks]

Bang. { Gunshot]

{ Indians Whooping]

why, the scar will just ruin my looks.

You're not a real aunt. Just my mother's best friend.

Random girls sliding in my Dm be like

Uh, Dr. Friedlander,

Well, now, do you have everything you need? Yes, I think so.

First, I must warn you, I'm not taking on any new clients.

No, no, you see, if, uh...

one at the skillet...

Hey! Great! Attaboy!

I ever had this much money at one time in my whole life.

And I intend to go further west!

Uh, ma'am, uh...

Wear it in good health.

Now we're just gonna take a little look-see at your general dental condition.

Open up, boys. Everything's under control.

The Heywood wagon. It ain't with us.

Oh, excuse me, is this car 24?

When you turned away, I noticed your profile.

Gettin' ready to head west.

In one week, I'll be in St. Louis.

You got yourself a deal.

You're a lot spunkier than I thought you were.

And to make it even, it'll be just you against me and the good Reverend here.

I'll help you here. I'll get that... There. Open that...

A seven-shooter?

And he sure ain't no Mormon.

I don't think you're too thin.

We just like to keep busy. You have no right to...

Uh... l... I need my mirror.

Get in the wagon.

Hey, maybe you and your husband could scout around the church.

What can I do for you, Miss Cushings?

Now wait a minute! Hold it!

He was blowing his nose in the middle of the street.

Good. We'll leave day after tomorrow at sunup.