Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When the cork starts bobbing around in the water, then you know that a fish is nosing around the bait.
Wilkins, I'm not going home.
Excuse me.
This is not a Confederate uniform.
Ain't gonna be much sport to shoot, Jethro.
I'm afraid, Jethro.
Yes, sir.
Where shall I set it up?
They come at me like you fixin' to hurt me.
Jed Thoreau, Armstrong's here.
Now remove your hand and lead me to Master Armstrong.
I don't want to tangle with no soldier in the Confederate grade.
Acid pills.
You're not to get excited.
Why, don't he eat that good at home?
Master Armstrong is under the care of several specialists.
Did you have a good swim?
That makes no difference.
Well, don't you miss your ma and pa?
Now, what is it?
Look, Mr. Drysdale.