Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll explain it later. Right now I'm on government business.

And, well, when I see something like that,

Are you changing?

{ Conductor] Board.!

'Bout the only thing that saved me was the old killer instinct.

It's got the governor's signature on it.

I can't get married without telling my mother.

It doesn't pay to drink too fast when you're thirsty.

Now, can I count on you to keep this quiet? Of course!

Jesse! You're alive!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Ya ninny! He wants to give you a pardon!

Are you all right? Uh-huh. Yeah. Fine.

Hello, Dentist.

Keep your eye on the road.

That's amazing. Simply amazing.

Darn women. So excitable.

{ Bell Clanging]

Well, Miss Stevenson, don't we look lovely today.

I killed twelve Indians and two horses in one fight.

You are indeed a fortunate man!

We'd better hurry if we want to catch that wagon train.

We figure they won't be suspicious of a woman posin' as a homesteader.

Where's that federal marshal? He's on his way over.

♪ He's the shakiest gun in the West ♪

Doc the Heywood, the well-known Indian fighter,

He'll cheat you if he gets a chance.

This is so sudden, Miss Cushings.

Did you want me for something?

Say, Doc, now we hear tell that you fell far behind the main wagon train.

That was good, though. Was good.

{ Bell Ringing, Whistle Blowing]

I shot two at the can,

Whoa! Whoa! Penny, there ain't but one thing to do.

Well, all right.

Sam Huggins would be talking to you now, but they shot him.

How strange fate is!

I want to get a rig and a couple of good strong horses.

{ Gunshots] They're Winchesters.

That's an even $250 with the territory tax.

{ Mr. Welsh Shouting] Everybody up.! Everybody up.!

Look, you might as well know.

Well, they're sure takin' their sweet time about it.

{ Willie] Almost done, Ma.

I'd like to see Mr. Swanson about gettin' a good rig and a team.

{ Chip Hits Ground]

I just love this kind of stuff.

See? That's the way that works.

{ Man] Louder.! As we stand on the threshold of graduation,

Oh, your hands! Oh, they're lovely!

Ah, a professional man! What a pleasure to do business with a man of science!

{ Man] Whenever you're ready, Leonard.

{ Man Downstairs] Let's go up there.!

One, maybe two months.

I'm sorry to have to tell you that, dentist.

Excuse me, bunky. Is this about it?

the most failure of anybody,

Don't get caught, Pop. Remember your dress shop.

{ Man] I'm sorry about your husband passin'on, ma'am,

How would you know?

I mean, I feel bad about that. Makes me feel terrible.

{ Bullet Ricochets]