Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Is something wrong? - Yeah.
We've been doing this since she's been this high.
- Port! - Port.
Kurt, can you hear me?
It's not...
Hey! Get them, boys!
One girl for the two of you?
- Doesn't that make sense? - No.
You might not think so, but I had a great day.
- So what? - So...
Pockets! Do something, Sean!
She has packed her bags and departed from our midst.
Yes, bwana! Yes!
I'm liable to like it too much.
You think this'll work?
- Jambo, Arga! - Jambo!
I was talking to Saidi. He saw leopard tracks by the river.
First, it was that Belgian kid.
Well, it looks like you're going to work.
I don't trust you.
Now, you stop squawking.
- Big? - You know the boys.
- Oh, a scratch! - Scratch or scrotch, it hurts.
Thank you!
Well, boys. Let's unload the goats.
That's fine. Try.
- Have you never been kissed before? - Of course I have.
The rhino got the Indian. Swing around.
- Sure. - Could you tell headquarters
- This is business. - Has it got a sister?
You managed. What do you want?
He's hungry, that's why he isn't afraid.
That Frenchman doesn't look at her like she's a schoolgirl.
He walked away from it.
My leg's hurt.
My favourite subject?
- What happened? - She was a wild one, a real rogue.
Oh, no! Three!
Get the roof fixed!
yes, bwana, yes
I was thinking
- It's too bad you didn't see it. - Tell me!
Okay, we'll be waiting for you.
Pockets, tell Sean he's looking the wrong way.
Come and get it!
Hang on to him!
Someday, Pockets, I'm gonna wring your neck!
I was all right until you came in.
- Wait a minute, stop! Sean! - Any luck?
Drop that thing off of there!
That Italian import out there.
- Is it working good? - I'm the one who has to drive it.
What business is it of yours?
I beg your pardon.
- D'Alessandro. "Dallas" is easier. - Thank you.
There are lots of monkeys in that tree.
Next time you write to a photographer, check what the initials mean.
So I think I'll just sit for a while.
A girl doesn't cry about nothing. It must be something.
Come, baby. Come!
Start out easy.
I was afraid you were going to have to shoot him.
- What? - Me.
And you can't walk the floor with him, either!
Dallas, this is Pockets.
Have you fellows any idea what Pockets is doing in the workshop?
It's good!
Didn't you hear it over the radio?
You should have won. That crash... Too bad.
Kurt, we'll take this one.
At about 11 o'clock,
Let's break out the beer.
"that I'll never forget them, that I love them. Dallas."
Bwana, you remember Mama, don't you?
Yeah, then some day you'll find somebody with butter.
Now shoot what's left of 'em.
Well, think of something!
Take care of an amateur?
The one you said made him burn his fingers.
Would you like to shoot against him?
Listen, "840 feet of three-eighths nylon rope,
Why?
Was he nice to you?
Just don't start climbing the walls.
They hire another tribe to do the work.
There's something about this girl. I...
I took the chance and the Indian was the one that got hurt.
All right, Papa.
Okay, Chip? Okay?
Let's try a different way.
don't let her on a plane, she robbed the Bank of England.
- What? - Go on, tell him.