Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Murdock's blood might even add a little colour to your life.
Lady, angry doesn't even begin to cover it.
I thought I was supposed to charm the sheriff.
Just call him up and tell him, "Red Ball One, bag is leaking."
Watch this.
I know it doesn't seem like it, Doc, but we are the guys in the white hats.
Sheriff, those Barbarians are killers.
Ah, but that'll take some time, Hannibal. We got M.P.s on the way.
Hunting accident. Shot in the leg. He's lost a lot of blood, Doctor.
- Is Dr Sullivan in? - I'm Dr Sullivan. Bring him in.
Doc, how soon can we take him out of here?
We'll be in Bad Rock in a couple of minutes. How is he?
Yeah. We kinda liked that one ourselves.
I ain't gonna let you pump none of Murdock's crazy juice in me.
No. And he's not going to be...
- Did you see the look in his eye? - Oh, yeah. Scary.
The mystery man just sort of rides off into the sunset...
As soon as he's well enough to move, we'll get him out of here.
I can blow you away right here.
Right.
I give blood to guys with holes in 'em, and perhaps we can do business, muchacho.
- Uh-huh. - Hey, wait a minute, sucker!
Which means yours probably can't, either.
We're weapons and tactics experts. We enjoy a challenge.
B.A., he's the only donor we have, unless we're gonna get you into Cedars-Sinai.
You better do it, or I'll take the rest of your blood the hard way!
You are nuts, man!
Tough. The Barbarians are 10 or 15 miles up the road.
Lay off what? This man has a chance for greatness.
I never worry. But if slimy over there is right...
- Well, thanks a whole lot! - Look, I know you're angry.
Let's go! First door on your right.
All right, boys. It's feedin' time at the zoo.
I mean, he didn't do anything wrong, and it's not nice to lock somebody up in their own jail.
Everybody get up and let's have a little lunch here.
Got it.
Hannibal and the others could've gone on, but they came back to help.
Five, 10 miles. Take Junction 82 south.
My jail's different.