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To the best.

Home, sweet home.

This can all be yours, son...

the main house,

guest house,

livestock,

oil Wells.

Rumor has it you like baseball.

I used to own

the Houston astros.

Really? What happened?

Just this morning, I

signed them over to you.

Gee, don't get me wrong.

They're a fine organization,

but aren't we rushing things?

Pretty fair shootin', Gabby.

Thanks, boss.

Hey...

What are you doing here?

Finished all my chores.

Figured I'd get

some shootin' in.

No, I... I mean...

Have you ever been

an easter bunny?

Easter bunny?

Careful, son.

Gabby's killed men

for less than that.

Sorry.

No harm done.

So, what you two cowpokes

got planned for tomorrow?

We'll wake up early and eat,

then dig for oil and eat,

then rope doggies

and bust broncs,

then maybe grab a bite to eat.

You like Tex-mex?

I'm a fan of any food that

straddles two borders.

That's my boy.

But what's the deal

with all this eating?

It's simple.

Remember I told you

everything I own's

the biggest and best?

You're already the best.

There's nothing left but

to make you the biggest.

And don't fret about not being

able to clean your plate.

Pretty soon that

stomach of yours

will stretch and stretch,

and your capacity for

food will grow and grow.

Excuse me. You say that

like that's a good thing

to have happen to your stomach.

It is.

Why?

Well, then you'll be like buck.

Who?

Our first son.

Biggest boy

this big state's ever seen.

He could eat more in one day

than anyone else

eats in a month.

That's why buck hated February.

Where is buck?

He died in a stampede.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

It was a mighty big loss.

Now we'll show you how

much we're lookin' forward

to making you our new son.

Ready, pa?

Ready, ma.

We had a son

who was trampled

by a ton of longhorns

but you're here, cutes

to fill his boots

as flat as they may be

you'll yell yippee-ai-o

at the rodeo

till the day's done

then you'll make

a lot of pals

with buffalo gals

just leave some for me

we'll barbecue

steaks and stew

feed you pumpkin pie

till your can's bigger than

the big ol' Texas sky

yee-hah!

Yee-hah!

Yee-hah!

Yee-hah!

Whoo!

You'll grow tall

and play football

be famous

you'll grow more,

own a chain of stores

marry Betty Lou

oh, north

north

grow, north

'nother rib, son?

You o.K., cowboy?

Yeah.

Just thinking.

Texas nights are sure

good for thinking.

Yeah.

You doing any particular

type of thinking

or just wandering thinking?

I was thinking if I stay here,

I'll always be living in the

shadow of someone else.

What kind of life

would that be?

From what I hear about buck,

what kind of shadow

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