Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please...
I don't wanna go.
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- I knew you were thinkin' on him. - I was not!
No!
- Mr. Inman. - Reverend.
Not that comes to me.
- The South? - I call this nail Northern Aggression.
Go back!
- That's a rank odor from that animal. - Been dead a good while, I reckon.
Like when you're at Bishop's Creek...
A tintype, with your musket and your courage on display.
I'm sendin' you to a better place.
- I'll go, I'll go, shall I? - No.
You men from Cold Mountain have once again been heroes for the cause.
They ain't open yet.
Matter of fact, I could set my watch by my bowels.
Name me three herbs that grow wild on this farm.
His eyes, they've gone.
He left me once. Up in them mountains.
- Ruby! - What?
I'll say thank you... for the cider.
In fact, if y'all gonna wimble-wimble all night, I'm gonna sleep in with him.
- Come on, get to bed. - Now?
The Bartram.
Inman.
There are days now when I manage not to think of you.
Ruby said - what is it? - I should pray or neigh, dependin'.
I love someone.
She's the place I'm headin'.
- Where's Georgia? - "Where's Georgia"?
You can't say that about Heathcliff and then marry Linton.
Y'all go fight now. We'll watch over your sweethearts.
"then the months.
It's pretty much what you'll get if you knock on any door of this war.
if I reckon on livin' at Black Cove.
"from whence I beheld through a blue haze
He ain't comin' back, you know that.
There's no advantage here, except to celebrate a job well done.
Mama's callin'!
Pigeon River...
There's a place close. Old Cherokee, it used to be.
You have a letter.
- He's asleep. - I ain't surprised.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, right. No, no.
- Is there any other way to cross? - Barge or boat. The water's full of gators.
Come on, Walk on. Slowly.
Perhaps...
Please, my baby's sick.
I've been meanin' to ask you. Where'd you take your wound?
But they made the weather . . .
You got the right feelings for her?
- Merry Christmas, darlin'. - Don't sleep here.
You're gonna thank me for this saw.
We're Union army! We're lookin' for food!
You were an asshole!
Oakley!
He's got nothin' inside him. He'll walk out of here and die in the snow.
We gonna be here all night?
I've other men outside in the courtyard waitin' for beds,
The field is cut and bleeds to red
Number 15...
Tell that to the cows. It's late.
and is being lost twice over by those who stayed behind."
- But I wasn't ready. - Inman...
Sometimes I think I'm crazy when I'm just hungry.
Oughta send you out with a shotgun a lot more!
you would know every step of your journey was worth it.
You might be safer back in Charleston.
- Sweetheart, there's no cider. - That's for you.
I'm sorry.
- Never occurred to me they were outliers. - It ain't nowhere near Bearpen Branch.
Oh, dear.
Oh, I've been missing it.
- What are you doing? - He died in the night, love.
The reckoning's for your world.
In case the sky falls on our head.
Thank you.
It's a turkey shoot. They've run themselves into a hole.
Her nose is right in your butter!
They found that book you been worryin' about, soldier.
Please!
Mmm.
a thousand terrible miles."
Mm-hm-hm-hm
I marry you, I marry you.
Look what's in it.
- You know, he's gettin' ready to take a fit. - What do you care?
- Come on! - Fellas, what's the rush?
You know who really needs a coat, darlin'? My partner. Fat boy name of Pangle.