Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, Dr. Friedlander,
You're a lot spunkier than I thought you were.
Wear it in good health.
Gettin' ready to head west.
{ Indians Whooping]
No, no, you see, if, uh...
Sure, Doc. Help yourself.
Uh, ma'am, uh...
Watay?
Oh, excuse me, is this car 24?
Bang. { Gunshot]
And I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Hey! Great! Attaboy!
why, the scar will just ruin my looks.
Wait 'til I get...
{ Floorboard Creaks]
My wife.
I'll help you here. I'll get that... There. Open that...
way.
I ever had this much money at one time in my whole life.
Penny!
one at the skillet...
That's good! What is that?
Mr. And Mrs. Hiram Remington. Atlanta.
Nobody? Nobody.
Now we're just gonna take a little look-see at your general dental condition.
Now wait a minute! Hold it!
And I intend to go further west!
Remington! Tyler! Some of you men, let's go!
In one week, I'll be in St. Louis.
Well, now, do you have everything you need? Yes, I think so.
Random girls sliding in my Dm be like
Ah wan no.
What can I do for you, Miss Cushings?
First, I must warn you, I'm not taking on any new clients.
The Heywood wagon. It ain't with us.
That's right! Clean shot!
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Why, you...
Open that rotten little mouth!
Abel Swanson will sell you anything you want.
Oh. Well.
Where's Willie?
A seven-shooter?
Good. We'll leave day after tomorrow at sunup.
Hey, maybe you and your husband could scout around the church.
And he sure ain't no Mormon.
You got yourself a deal.
double dare, knock off the chip!
I'll bet you think I'm crying right now.
handsome...
Lizard roll.
I don't think you're too thin.
I meet you.
When you turned away, I noticed your profile.
He's just some Philadelphia jay I got tied up with to get me out here.
Awww.
And to make it even, it'll be just you against me and the good Reverend here.
I'm a dentist!
I told you to do that before we left!
Open up, boys. Everything's under control.
There. That'll be a real nice picture for us.
Heywood!
I can't tell you any more.
He was blowing his nose in the middle of the street.
{ Wind Blowing, Whistling]
What's going on?
You're not a real aunt. Just my mother's best friend.
The sooner I get rid of him, the better.
The marshal wants you to work as an undercover agent.
Done and done.
Uh... l... I need my mirror.
Blue ducks.
He's no minister. And he's no minion.
Whoa! Whoa!
We just like to keep busy. You have no right to...
Uh, look, I hope I didn't give the hotel a bad name by fainting.
Get in the wagon.