The Alamo Page #3

Better make the signal, boy.

Yes, sir.

I hope this powder ain't damp.

You don't take it wrong

I ask you all these questions, Parson?

No, boy, that's how you learn. Asking.

Yes, sir.

So many times every day

you stop and give thanks.

Mostly I can't catch on to what

you're thanking the Lord for.

I mean, there's nothin' special.

I give thanks for the time and the place.

The time and place, Parson?

A time to live and a place to die.

That's all any man gets.

No more, no less.

- Fire the signal, boy.

- Yes, sir.

Must be Parson and the boy!

Think so!

Well, there she be, Colonel!

After 20 days of hard ridin'!

We gonna have to learn

the lingo they use down here, Davy?

Where do we go, Davy?

To the town or to the fort?

There's no fort. It's an old mission.

You better take a better look.

A lot of people movin' in there.

Them guns don't give it

no mission look to me.

Colonel...

What do C-A-N-T-I-N-A spell?

- Cantina. Do it mean what I think it do?

- It do.

It means out of these deerskins

and into our foofaraw!

Hey, you got my coat!

Hey, Pedro!

Hand me down that guitar.

Now I want you folks to all

clump in here close together.

I want you Texicans

to open up your ears...

...and listen to a little pure Tennessee.

# Here's to the ladies

# I love 'em all

# Here's to the ones I recall

# Here's to the ladies

# Married or free

# They all look pretty good to me

# The big and small ones

# The short and tall ones

# Each one a lovely...

Halt!

# Here's to the ladies

# I love the ladies...

Captain Dickinson, split your patrol.

Send half each way down the river for

about five miles to look for any signs.

- Then report back to the mission.

- Yes, sir.

Forward! Yo-ho!

Sorry, sir!

She sorta come loose!

I'd like...

- I'd like to speak to David Crockett.

- You did.

That was David Crockett

from Tennessee?

Yes, sir. And I oughta know.

Me and him's neighbours back home.

Only live 40 mile apart.

Colonel Davy!

- Are you David Crockett, sir?

- That's my name.

I'm Colonel Travis,

commanding the garrison.

I figured.

Well, son, you'd better start growing up.

I'd like to speak to you

on a matter of gravest importance.

Sure. Let's find a corner.

Talking's dry work!

You're learnin' fast!

Colonel!

I'm resignin' from you.

I'm gonna marry up with Conchita

and be the man of this house.

Bsame a kiss, seorita.

I toss around a mess

of that proud Spanish, too.

Most important part.

Let's jig a little, mamacita.

Light there and rest easy, Travis...

...while I bed down this buck.

He just ain't got no head for whiskey!

- Parson!

- Yeah, Davy!

- Take him away.

- Yes, sir!

Let's wet our whistles.

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