Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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