Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was him what done it.
(MOOING)
Just listen to those songbirds this mornin'...
me mi
Bye.
Kill him?
me me mi mi
(DOOR OPENING)
Well, why don't you give him to Arliss? He'll like him.
Papa! Ya done came home!
You stay away from that dog. You understand?
Le quita el palo
- Finest lookin' horned toad I ever seen. - What about my dog?
Whoa.
Thing to do now is... Try and forget it.
True blue
Quit chucking their rocks at me! - (Barking) Quit chucking their rocks at me! - (Barking)
Bad as I need that old dog, I could give you a loan of him
Nicole
- (BARKING) - (GROWLING)
Cut you 14 different ways before you can get fixed to rot.
Arliss, aren't you ashamed throwing rocks at that man? Arliss, aren't you ashamed throwing rocks at that man?
That's my dog! You can't take my dog!
(BARKING CONTINUES)
Stayed right there till he died of the slobberin' fits.
(WHOOPING) Come on, boy!
Like hitchin' up the mule and gatherin' in the corn crop
What I oughta do is get me a sprout and give him one good thrashing.
Well, I... I brung you a surprise.
(BOTH SNARLING)
But, Mama, I just seen that old, yeller dog catch this fish.
way off yonder,
I'm gonna be all right!
And don't you ever, ever pick up a snake again.
ARLISS: (SHOUTING) Mama!
Jim said you were gonna protect us all.
Arliss, if you don't stop catchin' things and bringin' 'em into the house,
And you can't afford to waste the good part frettin' about the bad.
Come back, Yeller
He went to snarlin' and snappin' at everything in sight.
Don't you dare hit your brother.
- Whatcha doctorin' with? - Prickly pear root.
Look at all them stars, Yeller.
You go out in the backyard and play.
(GRUNTING)
Here's your supper.
How, Pa? How you gonna forget somethin' like that?
No more pets in the house!
Try it again, sister, and Old Yeller'll bust you wide open.
Take your ax and go cut two long poles for a litter.
Be sure you pick out ears what is sweet and juicy.
It was right neighborly like of you to feed us, Miss Coates.
- TRAVIS: Yes, Mr. Searcy. - Might feed him a bit of corn
(HOG SNORTING)
- Sounds like some varmint. - There ain't no varmint that clever, boy.
it scares me a little bit, but I'll sure do like you told me.
Got mad dog bit, he did.
You know, speakin' of ropin', I always done my hog work from up a tree.
(Sobs)
Arliss!
(BARKS)
There there your ok(gunshot)
Here, Mama.
What do you mean, tellin' an ugly story like that
me me mi
(ROOSTER CROWING )
TRAVIS: Bye, Lisbeth.
KATIE: Arliss!
- What'd Papa get with this dollar? - Nothin'. It wasn't no good.
(SNARLING CONTINUES)
Cash money
Papa wouldn't have started a rock fight with Arliss either.
Ow!
But it's the gospel truth, Miss Coates!