Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not a real aunt. Just my mother's best friend.
And I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I ever had this much money at one time in my whole life.
Mr. And Mrs. Hiram Remington. Atlanta.
You got yourself a deal.
Uh, ma'am, uh...
Gettin' ready to head west.
In one week, I'll be in St. Louis.
He's no minister. And he's no minion.
Hey! Great! Attaboy!
He was blowing his nose in the middle of the street.
Open that rotten little mouth!
Good. We'll leave day after tomorrow at sunup.
Bang. { Gunshot]
Uh, look, I hope I didn't give the hotel a bad name by fainting.
First, I must warn you, I'm not taking on any new clients.
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Why, you...
Blue ducks.
Well, now, do you have everything you need? Yes, I think so.
Wait 'til I get...
Oh. Well.
Uh, Dr. Friedlander,
There. That'll be a real nice picture for us.
{ Floorboard Creaks]
No, no, you see, if, uh...
one at the skillet...
Penny!
{ Wind Blowing, Whistling]
I told you to do that before we left!
I don't think you're too thin.
Awww.
why, the scar will just ruin my looks.
And I intend to go further west!
Abel Swanson will sell you anything you want.
double dare, knock off the chip!
Now we're just gonna take a little look-see at your general dental condition.
You're a lot spunkier than I thought you were.
Random girls sliding in my Dm be like
Watay?
Uh... l... I need my mirror.
I meet you.
The Heywood wagon. It ain't with us.
What can I do for you, Miss Cushings?
He's just some Philadelphia jay I got tied up with to get me out here.
And he sure ain't no Mormon.
way.
Lizard roll.
Whoa! Whoa!
Wear it in good health.
The sooner I get rid of him, the better.
What's going on?
Done and done.
{ Indians Whooping]
I'll help you here. I'll get that... There. Open that...
When you turned away, I noticed your profile.
Where's Willie?
Remington! Tyler! Some of you men, let's go!
Heywood!
We just like to keep busy. You have no right to...
I'll bet you think I'm crying right now.
And to make it even, it'll be just you against me and the good Reverend here.
Now wait a minute! Hold it!
I can't tell you any more.
The marshal wants you to work as an undercover agent.
Sure, Doc. Help yourself.
Open up, boys. Everything's under control.
Hey, maybe you and your husband could scout around the church.
My wife.
A seven-shooter?
That's good! What is that?
Ah wan no.
Get in the wagon.
I'm a dentist!
Oh, excuse me, is this car 24?
That's right! Clean shot!
handsome...
Nobody? Nobody.