Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Universal truths are constant.
How much can even an average nigger pick a day?
It's all a matter of perspective, sir.
and i will have all of it.
Roll, Jordan, roll
(GROANING)
Run and fetch some line.
I thought on it long and hard.
I do as ordered.
What's funny?
That's fine.
tomorrow you will feel as well and refreshed
You know he has ill feeling towards your husband.
And the life of this beautiful girl I bore for him.
A lusty visit in the night...
For the year when Jordan roll
(SCREAMING)
BASS: Listen, Epps.
(MEN WHOOPING)
That ain't a supposable case.
Fix them a meal and have them rest themselves.
Some say not enough.
I bought them. I paid for them.
Man does how he pleases with his property.
Platt, you awake?
if you have any regard for your own safety...
I want to ask you what part of the country you come from.
Man ain't mean
can take the lash to another human day in and day out...
So, I trampled.
Were he not free and white.
(SINGING) Went down to the River Jordan
My soul will rise in heaven, Lord
TREACH: Come on, Edward! Drive them niggers!
it's because you choose not to look, or are you saying I lie?
Now, you speak?
Somebody help me!
FORD: Mr. Chapin. (SOBBING)
(SPITS)
Platt, you come back here. Platt!
(SOLOMON SIGHS)
Oh, work ain't hard, boys
ALL: Amen.
Where am I going? Where am I going, Sam?
(PATSEY GROANING)
(DOOR OPENS) Come on. Get up.
ELIZA: No, please! Please, Sam!
I got her, just as instructed.
295 pounds.
Tomorrow, you have to take these two
A patron is what I require, sir.
Where is she?
You know that?
. .
You play the fiddle.
(SCREAMING)
I concede to you.
Master Bass.
In the name of valor...
RANDALL: Mama! Randall!
ELIZA: When I say I had my Master's favor, you understand.
Run, nigger, run The pattyroller will get you
512 pounds for Patsey.
when you come down to the point?
More, if need be, until my crops return.
God gave her to me
Ain't nothing Christian in us carrying on like this.
It's the lot of the rest of us to serve.
Mmm.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove!!!
in my home.
(PATSEY SCREAMING)
600 for the boy.
(PATSEY CONTINUES SOBBING)
40, 100, 150 lashes.
or I'll take myself back to Cheneyville.
Quiet, please. Mama!
What'n be Epps's concern?
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
SOLOMON: So sorry...
I promise them to you if you will do me the favor I require.
Hit 145 yesterday. Pull her out.
You let it be, it's gonna come back to us in the dark of night.
Ask, it's just conversation.
It yours, Platt.
Please, please. Please.
Husband.
You goddamn black bastard
My soul will rise in heaven, Lord
Whoa!
Go on, put it on.
the same is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. (ELIZA WAILING)
Like ripe fruit.
Acrobats from the Orient...
It is a spectacle unlike most have ever witnessed.
were inquiring about distinguished individuals...