:48:08
To Sunday dinner on the old plantation.
:48:10
Chicken okra, corn pone,
shortening bread...
:48:12
pickled watermelon, and a stomach pump.
:48:15
Gentlemen, the South.
:48:18
Less whiskey next time.
My glass can't take it.
:48:21
- Come on, put them up!
- Come on, girls.
:48:23
- Sober them up.
- Come on, you two. Sober up.
:48:27
Pull yourself up.
:48:28
- I must be drunk.
- Come on, up you go.
:48:31
Scarlett, sugar, I loves you.
:48:37
Stand up on your feet, you weasels.
Come on, stand up.
:48:42
Red, the safe's open. The deed's gone.
:48:44
- That redhead must've taken it.
- Find him.
:48:46
You say you're sorry and we'll let you go.
:48:49
Shut up. Now turn around.
No, the other way.
:48:52
No, the both of you!
Turn around and face the window!
:48:54
Go on, now.
:48:57
- I don't like your faces.
- I suppose you think we like them.
:49:04
Drop that cannon. Put your hands up.
:49:06
Drop that gun and get your hands up.
:49:08
Drop gun. Put your hands up.
:49:10
All right, Pete,
drop your gun and get your hands up.
:49:14
I wouldn't have known where to come
if Eve hadn't left me an invitation.
:49:18
All right, folks, you can break ranks now.
Not you.
:49:21
Maybe Mr. Beecher
would like to return the deed.
:49:24
- It's not here. It's been stolen.
- Sure, you stole it.
:49:28
Good. Put it in your pocket.
:49:33
We'll deliver the deed
to the railroad officials in New York...
:49:36
just to save you the trouble.
:49:38
All right, boys, outside. You, too, Eve.
:49:42
Which way did the women go?
:49:46
You know, Beecher, it takes a smart man
to know when he's licked.
:49:50
Maybe between you two
there's enough brains to figure that out.
:49:55
Come on!
Open up this door and let us out of here.
:49:59
- Red, wait a minute.
- Wait a minute, nothing!