Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[both men grunting]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

- How you feelin', John?

- It's a real tightrope for men.

Bastards can't take that away from us.

[both groan happily]

She's not wondering anymore.

- If a horse moved beneath me like that today,

- I don't know what that means.

- Anything I can do, just please let me know.

- [panting] - All right.

[horse neighing]

- [chuckles] No, buddy.

[horse neighing]

Little twigs first.

let's swing 'em out wide.

- Looks like a suicide. It's not what it is.

It's a long drive.

Help shit-for-brains with his horse.

- [shushing] [indistinct chatter]

You understand?

♪ Your mind can't conceive ♪

- I have nothing to say.

Fuck John Dutton and fuck you.

Put it in the pen.

- Mr. Jenkins is taking care of your drinks.

Better have a big pistol in that purse.

You know, the newspapers write about

[whimpers, cries out]