Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There you go.
Cut the cord.
But you... Ah!
Congratulations.
Shakespeare dramas by heart, huh?
Good.
What? Where's Kizzy?!
Yes. Well done.
I am Kunta Kinte! Kunta Kinte!
Kizzy, you are the daughter of Kunta Kinte,
I'll be happy to teach you.
Help!
He's a Mandinka warrior.
Time's runnin' short. What's your fancy?
- Kunta. - Fa.
What you got here?
Hitch up my horse, would you, Spalding?
You can't frighten me.
- Please! - Kunta: I can't protect her.
I was always too afraid to have a family.
His brother John owed him a heap of money, so...
overseer beat them near to death.
So we cannot run!
Now eat your food.
Okay, that's good. That's good.
Abigail, why are you all screaming like savages?
Word gets round.
but vehemently reject the conclusion.
How 'bout you just hand over the tar baby?
say your name
She out?
Well, I suppose it's about time that I bred her...
Your name is your shield.
I'm very sorry, Belle.
who serves at the pleasure of the King,
♪ For the sugar ♪
What you gonna name her?
And what do these African ghosts tell you?
Juffure.
Toby, you remember Massa says
Phew!
The boy knows you can read?
Kizzy, you feed him well, now.
I'm here.
"Ow!"
Kizzy, Miss Missy, y'all in here?
Open up the gate, boy.
- Goodness. - Mm-hmm.
Ready.
You run, and I'm gonna catch you!
Not if you get away.
Quit staring and get back to work!
Yes, Massa.
Hi, Uncle Toby!
It won't hurt him.
I will name you Kizzy.
Kizzy!
Yes, Massa.
And you gonna get your own self up.
Kill me!
Let her go! She's mine!
I could have killed him.
Stabbed two militiamen, the bloodthirsty bastard.
♪ Farewell, farewell ♪
Oh!
Keep those barrels moving!
My name is Henry.
Running makes him feel free, eh?
- No! - Missy!
You'll be wanting a meal and a good night's rest.
For 10 years, not a day went by
Beautiful baby girl... Melissa Kathryn.
Oooh. Just like the poster said.
Where in the hell do you think you're going?!
...which means "Stay put."
Kizzy, no! Please don't take my baby!
But I'm helping Mama.
All right.
Let them hounds loose!
I will protect our child.
And the second that ship docked, you would be free.
- Belle! - Mama!
a beautiful baby girl and a beautiful wife.
Old ways from Europe, must be.
Do you have any hair down there?
Oh, get out of here, you wretch.
We're not in the road.
It's never gonna be over, Belle!
Please massa
"Liberty to slaves."
Kizzy, is everything all right?
Say your name so you know this ain't Africa.
How 'bout "Friend to the slaves,"
Kizzy, I brought you a bonnet!