611 - Last of the Wild Horses
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Well this Muriatic acid will be safe ... AHHHHH!
Hey! The horses don't have guns!
Two grown men, ladies and gentlemen.
This is a pretty wimpy old west ... more like midwest part of the old west. Like Des Moines.
I want you to brand Carol Channing!
Wow! The Amish are really haulin' ass!
HEY! The two O'clock shootout is startin'!
Go on home and disappoint your husbands!
Hay! That's the last straw!
"Hi Terry!" - You're dirt!
Ungodly coincidences of the Ooooollld West!
The Double C? I thought it was The Double Cranch!
"Pete Ferguson Slain!" - 'Never Liked Him!' Neighbor Declares! Building Code Invented and Underfire!
Wow! That's like a whole foot of ear!
Foot fetishes of the Ooooollld West!
Will you two keep the fight on the lower level? We're filming a Rifleman up here.
You sure this will make good toilet paper?
My butter shipment!
"I got the old man so he won't budge." I put a rock behind his wheel.
It was just a head and a stick, it was weird!
I wasn't playing shoe store!
"Dear sir your horse has a potentially serious design flaw that can result in explosion and fire."
"I hope he kills the Apple Dumpling Gang."
"Ah, he's coverin' the stamp so you can't see that it has Roosevelt on it!"
"Well, that's dating in the '90s-- the 1890s!"
"Tonton Macoutes of the Ollll' West!"
"Knishes! Get yer' Ol' West Knishes!"
Rarely do we see a good face whipping.
"Get the Doomsday Machine !!"
"Here's your problem, you got a tongue in here."
"This is like Gamera vs. Zigra, only with cowboys."
"I'm glad we had this little face to groin talk."
Oh, ram it, clown!
This shot is just screaming out for a huge grasshopper...
POOPER HELD AS PROBE WIDENS!!
Don't use your wheelchair as a crutch!
The movie's just starting to mosey now.
I've been trapped by this guy at so many parties...
Just don't tickle me. I'm thin, and it wouldn't be fair.
Now go do that voodoo- that you do so WE-ELL!
Tourette's of the Old West.
Die-die-die die die die die-die-die die die! br-r-rup!
Can I look under your blanket ?
Hey........ they got in ah shipment of Muslim women
Watch this...right in the butt!
I fought the loft... and the loft won!
I coulda' called Joel Hyatt, but, NO! I go with REMEDY!
They oughta just close this town and start over!
Remedy, yer a national friggin' treasure!
Looks like callback auditions for the Marlboro Man!
Well, we can go watch a wagon wheel get made, or we can go to the trial!
I want you to brand Carol Channing!
Now... my butt, my butt... I had it in church...!
Wow, he's Black Crowes lead-singer thin!
And now, Robert Lippert pretends he's John Ford!
Just for that, I'm not gonna let you feed me or help with my ablutions!
I hope this doesn't ruin the Taste Of Jacksonville Festival!
Hey, they got in a shipment of Muslim women!
Owww, my trick nipple!
Well... it's easy-goin' justice around these here parts...
Why, if this scene wasn't ending, I'd...
I'm glad we had this little face-to-groin talk...
Shut up Iris.
Please sir, can we have our bullets back?
I guess sarcasm hasn't hit the Old West yet.
Oh, yeah, the Hittelman film empire began with this movie.
LET ME GO! I'll have you KILLED! and then TORTURED! and... oh, hey a cowboy movie!
Johnny Pooper, number 2 badman in the west!
Please! I've already got hay in my pants!
What's that thing you say... uhh, "Grab!" ...uhh, "Push!"...
If the horse drops below fifty, it will explode!
I think those women did the right thing by not wearing earrings with those outfits.
What, does he just sit in there and plan golf courses in his mind...?
In Wisconsin, that farm would say "DIESEL CHEESE GIFTS"...
We'll head him off at Exit 31C!
It's a plot device... it's very flimsy, so BE CAREFUL!
The US Post Office: there's still no cheaper way to deliver a blackmail letter!
If you wuz alive, you woulda' heard that ironic retort...!
Gee, lookit those guys... THEY'VE got butts...!
Ahh, just do a little morning bowl, then get to work... no, you can't have any, this is eighty dollars an ounce!
Jeez, this movie has more scenes of people picking at themselves...!
Albert Glasser: The man who holds you down and pummels you with music