Barbara Dare Wilderness

but this is a special occasion.

Well, excuse moi.

I know, I know, I know, don't say it.

I don't seem as macho as I look.

Everybody says it, and it makes me sick.

You know how to get out, Richard?

Are you kidding?

If I were to dress the way I wanted to,

a Don Johnson sort of style,

you know, a lot of mauve and aqua,

I would never get the moment's peace.

What are you doing out here?

Such a long story.

Why don't we cook and I tell you about it?

Okay.

Come on into my tent.

Great.

After you.

Thank you.

Again, good.

Great.

I'm with you.

So I knew I had to project to develop this tremendous roar.

All that theater training, it was very worthwhile.

I guess you could call me the original screaming--

But why did you shoot that man back there?

Need you ask?

He was singing, "Old MacDonald Had a Farm."

Good reason.

I mean, why not, "What a Rare Mood I'm in,"

or "Come to the Cabaret, Old Chum."

Old MacDonald had a farm?

This should be a hanging crime.

But you took the law into your own hands.

Judge Wapner wouldn't be too pleased with that.

Sometimes you have to rise above the law

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