Behind the Tunes: Short Fuse Shootout: The Small Tale of Yosemite Sam (2003)

Actors

• Jerry Beck (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• David H. DePatie (actor)
• Friz Freleng (actor)
• Robert Givens (actor)
• Art Leonardi (actor)
• Leonard Maltin (actor)
• Bill Melendez (actor)
• June Foray (actress)
• Sybil Freleng (actress)
• Michael Crawford (producer)
• Constantine Nasr (producer)
• Constantine Nasr (director)

Genres

• Documentary
• Short

Mother Trucker: The Diana Kilmury Story (1996)

Actors

• Andre Benjamin (actor)
• A.J. Bond (actor)
• Nicholas Campbell (actor)
• Garry Chalk (actor)
• Terence Chase (actor)
• Stephen Dimopoulos (actor)
• Duncan Fraser (actor)
• David Fredericks (actor)
• John Gilbert (actor)
• Marrett Green (actor)
• Alf Humphreys (actor)
• John Juliani (actor)
• Mitchell Kosterman (actor)
• Rob Lee (actor)
• Mark Acheson (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Bugs Bunny Classics (1989)

Actors

• Tex Avery (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Billy Bletcher (actor)

Genres

• Animation
• Comedy

Trespasses (1986)

Actors

• Matthew Baugh (actor)
• Van Brooks (actor)
• John Browning (actor)
• Charles Burton (actor)
• Robert Butler (actor)
• Gary Carter (actor)
• Oscar Dungan (actor)
• John Henry Faulk (actor)
• Daeb Hearrean (actor)
• Ben Johnson (actor)
• Darrell Kreitz (actor)
• David Kuhn (actor)
• Jim Bob Kuhn (actor)
• Robert Kuhn (actor)
• Jim Allday (actor)

Genres

• Thriller

Taglines:

There are still two things a man will die for. Love and revenge.
They shot his son and raped his woman. Now he wants them dead.

Trespasses (1986)

Actors

• Matthew Baugh (actor)
• Van Brooks (actor)
• John Browning (actor)
• Charles Burton (actor)
• Robert Butler (actor)
• Gary Carter (actor)
• Oscar Dungan (actor)
• John Henry Faulk (actor)
• Daeb Hearrean (actor)
• Ben Johnson (actor)
• Darrell Kreitz (actor)
• David Kuhn (actor)
• Jim Bob Kuhn (actor)
• Robert Kuhn (actor)
• Jim Allday (actor)

Genres

• Thriller

Taglines:

There are still two things a man will die for. Love and revenge.
They shot his son and raped his woman. Now he wants them dead.

Hot Noon or 12 O'Clock for Sure (1953)

Actors

• Dal McKennon (actor)
• Dal McKennon (actor)
• Dal McKennon (actor)
• Grace Stafford (actress)
• Walter Lantz (producer)
• Homer Brightman (writer)
• Clarence Wheeler (composer)
• Paul J. Smith (director)

Genres

• Animation
• Comedy
• Family
• Short
• Western

Quotes:

[Buzz and Woody are about to fight, as a referee appears between them]::Fight Referee: [speaking quickly] Now, boys, I want a nice, clean fight. Protect yourselves at all times, keep your shots up. Remember, a low shot may cost you the fight. Go back to your corner and come on out shootin'.

Bugs Bunny Rides Again (1948)

Actors

• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Edward Selzer (producer)
• Michael Maltese (writer)
• Tedd Pierce (writer)
• Carl W. Stalling (composer)
• Friz Freleng (director)
• Treg Brown (editor)

Genres

• Animation
• Comedy
• Family
• Short
• Western

Quotes:

Yosemite Sam: This town ain't big enough fer the two of us!::Bugs Bunny: It ain't?::Yosemite Sam: No it ain't!::Bugs Bunny: I'll fix that. [Builds a bigger city] Now is it big enough?::Yosemite Sam: No, still not big enough!

[preceded by a hail of gunfire, Yosemite Sam enters the Gunshot Saloon]::Cowboy #1: Yosemite Sam!::Cowboy #2: It's Yosemite Sam!::Yosemite Sam: Yeah, Yosemite Sam - the roughest, toughest he-man stuffest hombré that's ever crossed the Rio Grande. An' I ain't no namby-pamby.::[In some cuts of the cartoon, Sam finished the quote with "... and I don't mean Mahatma Gandhi."]

Bugs Bunny: Your move first, Sam. C'mon, pick a card.::Yosemite Sam: All right! Don't rush me. I'm a-thinking... and my head hurts.

[Bugs Bunny lays down a mattress to catch the falling Yosemite Sam]::Bugs Bunny: You know? Sometimes me conscience kinda bothers me... But not this time. [Pulls away mattress at the last moment]

Bugs Bunny: Poor little maroon. So trusting. So naive.

Bugs Bunny: Gin rummy's my game, Sam.::Yosemite Sam: Okay, cut the cards. [Bugs takes a hatchet and chops the deck of cards in two] Not that way, you darn galoot!

Bugs Bunny: Heh. Just like Gary Cooper, huh?

Yosemite Sam: All right, all you skunks clear out of here! [Everyone leaves the saloon; the last one out is an actual skunk]::Skunk: My, weren't there a lot of skunks in there?

[last lines]::Bugs Bunny: [to Yosemite Sam, as he leaves on the train] So long, Sammy! See ya in Miami!

The Mild West (1947)

Actors

• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Sid Raymond (actor)
• Sam Buchwald (producer)
• Seymour Kneitel (producer)
• Izzy Sparber (producer)
• Larry Riley (writer)
• Bill Turner (writer)
• Winston Sharples (composer)
• Sammy Timberg (composer)
• Seymour Kneitel (director)

Genres

• Animation
• Short

The Mild West (1947)

Actors

• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Sid Raymond (actor)
• Sam Buchwald (producer)
• Seymour Kneitel (producer)
• Izzy Sparber (producer)
• Larry Riley (writer)
• Bill Turner (writer)
• Winston Sharples (composer)
• Sammy Timberg (composer)
• Seymour Kneitel (director)

Genres

• Animation
• Short

The Mild West (1947)

Actors

• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jackson Beck (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Jack Mercer (actor)
• Sid Raymond (actor)
• Sam Buchwald (producer)
• Seymour Kneitel (producer)
• Izzy Sparber (producer)
• Larry Riley (writer)
• Bill Turner (writer)
• Winston Sharples (composer)
• Sammy Timberg (composer)
• Seymour Kneitel (director)

Genres

• Animation
• Short

Cowboys

Cast

• Fiachna O'Braonain
• Benjamin Joel Caron

• Season 1
• Episode 4: Gunfight at the OK Corral
  Ireland:30 October 2009...

Cowboys

Cast

• Roy Kinnear
• Colin Welland
• David Kelly
• James Wardroper
• Debbie Linden
• Janine Duvitski
• Sheila Steafel
• Larry Martyn
• Talfryn Thomas
• John D. Collins
• Derek Waring
• Tony Green
• Milton Johns
• Richard McNeff
• Cyd Hayman
• Steve Ismay
• Derek Suthern
• David Samuels
• Larry Noble
• Alec Wallis
• Vanda Godsell
• Derek Ware
• Ted Taylor
• Gillian Martell
• Graham Weston

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Ripping Out
  UK:3 September 1980...
• Episode 2: Perks
  RAT:1.33 : 1...
• Episode 3: Remember Honky Stubbs
  UK:17 September 1980...
• Episode 4: Black Day at Black Rock
  UK:24 September 1980...
• Episode 5: C.L.O.D.
  UK:1 October 1980...
• Episode 6: Two Right Casanovas
  UK:8 October 1980...
• Season 2
• Episode 1: Was It Eddie Croucher?
  UK:20 November 1980...
• Episode 2: On Top of Old Smokey
  UK:27 November 1980...
• Episode 3: Bell, Book and Candle
  UK:4 December 1980...
• Episode 4: Hurricane Leslie
  UK:11 December 1980...
• Episode 5: Pieces of Hate
  UK:18 December 1980...
• Season 3
• Episode 1: Operation Douche
  UK:8 December 1981...
• Episode 2: Middle for Diddle
  UK:15 December 1981...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Cowboys - Counting Crows
• Cowboys - Wyclef Jean
• Cowboys - Ian Dury & The Blockheads
• Cowboys - Fugees
• Cowboys - Kent
• Cowboys - Portishead
• Cowboys - Sad Lovers & Giants
• Cowboys - Jamie Winchester
• Cowboys - The Fugees
• Cowboys - Sarah Buxton
• Cowboys - Freedom For Your Life

Cowboys on the road tonight
Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand,
And some promises to keep,
Who wanted to change the world,
What's as easy as murder?
It's all headlights and vapour trails
And Circle K killers
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingertips slid down your neck
And made you shiver
I'm just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, oh
The President's in bed tonight
But he can't get to sleep
'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you
'Cause you never make her feel like anything
She said, "I wouldn't feel a thing,
But I can feel, I can feel..."
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the arms of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I am not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingers are unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, no
Everyone's in bed tonight
But nobody can sleep
'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting
But it's as if she isn't talking
'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding
On the front row while she's speaking
I said, "come on all you cowboys,
All you blue-eyed baby boys,
Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer,
I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory,
And Sunday comes to gather me,
Into the arms of God who welcome me,
Because I believe, oh I believe..."
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing you look at me
So please, won't you look at me?
'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me
Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me
Or I am not anything
Oh, anything
No no no no
No no no no

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF:] Wyclef
[PACE1:] [PACE 1]
[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF:]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1:]
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF:]
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1:]
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF:]
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN:]
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
[RAH DIGGA:]
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
[LAURYN:]
Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the
barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in
your saddle.
[RAH DIGGA:]
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock
tips
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.
[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
[CLEF: (Chorus)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[Young Zee:]
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[PRAZ:]
(You've got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ:]
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it
quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim
you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's
cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped,
behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we
yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the
corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the
corners
[CHORUS: (Clef)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,

They say it’s tough out there and that’s for sure
You pay your way twice over if not more
They say that’s the proce of fame, and now you’ve made your name
Your freinds don’t even treat you like they used to do before
They quote the man stars who’ve died so young
From the fermament you seek to walk among
They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad
And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung
Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only seek to worry and alarm
Don’t give those dogs thier day
Don’t let them get thier way
‘Cos I can see that fame’s done you no harm
They say what you sacrifeced to be the best
Did you loose all other perpose in your quest?
They say that fame’s your only goal and it messes up your soul
And they mension Elvis Presley and you’re supposed to know the rest
They tell you cherish every minute that you’re hot
So at least your’ll have some memories when you’re not
They say wehn fame becomes dispair, you abandon what you learn
Which makes it that much harded to give up what you’ve got
Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only deal in envy and dismay
Don’t give those dogs thier day
Don’t let them get thier way
I’m glad to see your picture everywhere
They say celebrity extracts a heavy tole
That the devil soon appears to take control
They say it leads you by the nose and they resite the names of those
Who bled apon the alter of the demon rock ‘n’ roll
Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only seek to worry and alarm
Don’t give those dogs thier day
Don’t let them get thier way

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef
[PACE 1]
Yo this was how the West was won,
Our motto, a true Desperado.
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
And get they bones fractured.
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
(You've got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,

Jag drmde om
en barndomsvn igr
som telenten drmmer
om svalorna i vr
Jag vaknade av bruset
frn maskiner i djup smn
Jag vaknade s lycklig
ver att ntligen ha drmt
Hon vinkar genom ett fnster
Hennes mun r som ett sr
s gr hjrtat mitt snder
Det har varit ett ensamt r
Jag ska aldrig ignorera dig igen
Jag ska aldrig nnsin glmma hur det knns
Mina nyrslften
Jag filmar nu
Stora knslor stora ord
men allt av vikt Jag sger
har Jag stulit ur en bok
Jag lste nt om kyssar
nnting som alla vet
men som dom aldrig lyckas fnga
i filmerna man ser
Hon vinkar genom ett fnster
Hennes mun r som ett sr
s gr hjrtat mitt snder
Det har varit ett ensamt r
Jag ska aldrig ignorera dig igen
Jag ska aldrig ignorera krleken

Did you sweep us far from your feet?
Reset in stone this stark belief
Salted eyes and a sordid dye
Too many years
But don't despair
This day will be the damnedest day
Oh, if you take these things from me
Did you feed us tales of deceit?
Conceal the tongues who need to speak
Subtle lies and a soiled coin, the truth is sold
The deal is done
But don't despair
This day will be the damnedest day
Oh, if you take these things from me
Undefined, no signs of regret
Your swollen pride assumes respect
Talons fly as a last disguise
But no return, the time has come
So don't despair
This day will be the damnedest day
Oh, if you take these things from me