McLintock! Page #10

Been some mighty sneaky goings-on here

during that raid, Mr. McLintock.

Who was it who said

only a trollop would kiss a man...

before they were formally engaged?

- But, we are engaged, sir.

- You are?

That is, with your permission.

Well, you've got it. Mrs. Warren?

I think it's wonderful.

I guess this is the only engagement

that ever started off of a spanking.

I reckon Birnbaum was right.

All right.

Lord bless us. This is gonna be a great day.

Doggone it, folks.

Let's don't let a little old Indian raid

break up a good barbeque and a rodeo.

- The meat's on!

- Let's go.

You contestants get ready

for the cow pony race.

- Who is it?

- It's me, let me in.

Not now.

Right now.

- Are you insane?

- I want to talk to you.

It'll have to wait.

G.W.!

- I've taken all I'm gonna take from you.

- You are insane.

You're going to tell me why you packed up,

picked up, and walked out on me.

Two years ago, you remember,

you came home from Denver...

with lipstick all over your...

Lipstick on my collar.

- I've got the shirt to prove it.

- Who cares?

Why, you big...

Katherine.

G. W., you are a ruffian.

Cuthbert, you are right.

Well, what kind of a family is that?

The best.

And dangerous, fellow.

Who won the race?

Who cares, Agard? History's being made.

Yes, Rufus?

I regret to inform you

I've changed my mind about matrimony.

Rufus!

Mrs. McLintock!

Katherine!

- Keep them out of here.

- Everybody, out!

Looks like G.W.'s buying out

the whole store.

I'm afraid you're right.

Crummy family.

G.W.

G.W.!

- Mrs. McLintock, you're all wet.

- Am I?

Wrong woman, G.W.

Pardon me.

Mrs. McLintock, you setting a new style?

Mr. McLintock, in here!

If I ever get through this humiliation,

you'll rue the day you ever met me.

Bellyache and fight all you want,

it won't do you any good.

You've been digging those spurs into me

for two years...

now you're gonna get your comeuppance.

Thanks.

My father would be proud of you.

I'll make him prouder.

Stop it!

Keep it, you may need it.

Now get your divorce.

- Home. Don't spare the horse.

- Home? But...

You heard me.

Don't think you're gonna get rid of me

that easy.

- No more living in the capital?

- No.

- No more Newport in season?

- Nope.

- No more dancing at the Governor's ball?

- No, G.W.

Happy days.

Three hundred and ten times

without a miss...

that's a record.

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