Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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