Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron2002

Sgt. Adams:
[shocked] Murphy, look out!

Man:
Watch out!

[the hoof kicks Murphy, groaning, then whinnying laughter]

Sgt. Adams:
He’s a wild one.

[he grunts and groans]

Sgt. Adams:
You all right, Murph?

[he ties Spirit, then putting the fire out, then nickering]

Murphy:
Eh-heh, you… [they both nicker in alarm]

[carries a fire at Spirit, chuckling, then taking the mouth out of the bag, then gasps, then hitting Murphy on the ground, moans]

Sgt. Adams:
Murph, are you okay? [the horse whinny] Um, Corporal, round up some volunteers to, uh, take this animals to the stables.

Colonel:
Not the stables.

Sgt. Adams:
Sir?

Colonel:
The corral. It’s time to break that horse.

[he snorts, then the music begins, then locks the gate]

Officer:
Make sure it’s good and tight.

[they take everything off of Spirit, then putting it on Spirit, then the men clamor, then opening the gate, then riding on Spirit, then hitting the man, then spinning around, then flying to the ground, then getting up]

Officer:
Okay, my turn!

[throws the hat away, then unlocked the gate, then riding, by falling to the ground]

Man:
Lousy heap of horse flesh! Come on! Run out of there!

[the horse charges the man, then Colonel, then they all laugh, then walking, then spitting, the moving the gate, then the man gets in]

Man:
Hey, we got a rider! [he goes on Spirit, then opening the gate, then jumping in the air, the soldier flying to the man on the ground, then flying with the man again, then flying again, then snorting, then running at the men, then running, then snorting at Colonel, then nickering harshly, then huffs loudly]

Colonel:
Sergeant!

Sgt. Adams:
Yes, sir.

Colonel:
Tie this horse to the post. No food or water. Three days.

Sgt. Adams:
Yes, sir.