The Virginian Page #2

Take the lady's things right over to

the stagecoach, will you Steven?

Oh, boy!

Come on.

Here, Ellie. You better take your moo-cow

home or your mother will spank you.

Come on, you bad old thing!

Perhaps you'd like to rescue that little

girl from that wild steer!

I'm sure she'd be impressed, but if you

try to make a fool of her...

...she'd probably slap you face!

I'm really obliged to you, sir,

for helping me.

It was a great pleasure, ma'am.

That'll be all, my man!

Here you are!

Take good care of this lady, Ben.

She's a special friend of mine!

I'll take good care of her, Steve.

Who was that man who was so

rude to me?

Just a mangy foreman, ma'am. You don't

have to pay no attention to him!

- Goodbye!

- Goodbye!

Smart, ain't you Steve?

My pal.

In case you got any ideas

about my new lady friend...

...I just want to warn you that

school-marms ain't in your class!

Oh...you're warning me!

Well, Steve...

...usually I just punch a guy

in the nose.

But this time I'm going to throw you

and hog-tie you!

You don't tell me!

Stop this thing now!

You stop this wagon now!

Put them boots on, Pa Hughey!

Oh, Ma!

They are too tight across the bunions!

- Mrs. Taylor won't mind...

- You will put them on!

Land sakes!

Look at all them folks there!

You'd think they were welcoming the

President instead of a school-marm!

- If I get them on, I'll have to cut

them off! - You put them on!

Take your fingers out of them sausages or

you'll get a bellyache...

- ...and your mother will blame me!

- Ma don't care!

Put them both on now!

- I'm coming right over!

- Alright!

Well, Uncle Hughey!

- How are you? Nice to see you!

- We brung the twins!

Rode 40 miles and

still as dry as a bone!

You're very lucky, Mrs. Hughey.

Very lucky!

Put your children in the bedroom. They

can get a nap before the christening.

The parson won't get here

until a little later.

- Mrs. Taylor! - What's the matter?

- You come see!

Excuse me, folks. I've got to see

what this is all about.

You run along!

- What's the trouble, Hong?

- Look at that chicken!

Trying to hatch then apples! Always

wanting to be a mother, ain't ya?

If you only knew, Emily!

Now, get!

Well now, Hong, what's the problem?

They no work! It's so much work,

I can't do everything!

Alright! I'll fix those lazy buggers!

Bug Ear!

Hurry up with them chickens and ducks!

Keep that slant-eyed muskrat away,

and we'll get through!

Mrs. Taylor, we got no milk!

- Why not?

- Cowboy no milk them!

Why you yellow-bellied...

Sam, it's awful cold in here!

Why Sam, your whole body

is changing color!

Hurry up, you ornery pole-cats!

Bow-leg, hurry up

and get out of that shower!

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