Could it have been the TV show Wagon Train?
Could it have been the TV show Wagon Train?
Amongst others yes. In a cowboy film if the characters start singing and it turns into a musical with Lee Marvin turning up, is it time to switch the tv off?
Is that the one where Eastwood painted his wagon?
Would we have to endure Clint Eastwood singing "I Talk to the Trees" again?
We would and a musical western is just a right turn off, if you were paid $3000 would you sing that song to a live audience?
Would the audience be paid to listen?
No the audience would be made up of everyone you have ever known since your childhood and they would have paid to see you sing that "I Talk to the Trees" while dressed as a cowboy. Would you sing it?
Is there an open bar?
Is there an open seafood bar too?
Would these bars give you dutch courage and a full stomach to perform on stage?
Would flounder be served with this performance?
Don't we all seem to do better when we are sated with good food and drink?
Would there be a danger of been drunk and sick on stage in front of everyone, would it not be prudent to drink and fill your stomach after you come off stage?
Do people ever listen to reason?
How would you try to get someone to listen to reason when you can see they are headed for disaster?
Wouldn't it just be better for them to learn by trial and error?
What if the trial and error approach could lead to death, what other measures could you use to get through to them?
Could we deprive them of what they value most?
We could, how do you think navy personnel cope been stuck in a submarine for months on end?
Don't they expect to be deprived of what others have when they sign on for that type of work?
Isn't life on board a life of ease?
Are the goings on inside as colorful as they are on the outside?
Is Lucy in the sky with diamonds?
Why was it called the yellow submarine if half of it is orange?
Was it meant as camouflage or to blind someone?
Were they smoking something special when they came up with the "yellow subermarine", as it sticks out like a sore thumb as camouflage?
Wasn't everybody on "something" at that time?
Is it possible that the blue meanies, who were expecting only yellow, and have no imagination, were completely fooled?
Or could they have known exactly what their mission and its outcome was supposed to be?
I'm sure they did, if you owned your own private island which struck oil and then another country threatened to invade if you did not sell to them what would you do?
Has this morphed into the Question-Answer Game?
Could you hire Clint Eastwood to yell "Get off my island!"
Would he have his pistols ready for when those warships arrive?
Could he then blow the head off anyone who set foot on that private island?
What if someone didn't "make his day"?
Doesn't the desire to kill, which originates in the heart, take many forms?
Would Clints desire wain if John Wayne in his peak stepped off the warship to battle Clint, and who would win in a gunfight out of those two?
Couldn't they just rid themselves of each other simultaneously and thus allow for a change of subject?
What subject would you like to go with?
Could I defer to you for a suggestion?
Might it not be best to let the subject develop organically?
Would it contain natural flavor?
Aren't all flavors essentially natural?
Would those flavors be of an exotic nature?
Would you like to use them on food to enhance the enjoyment?
How much enjoyment does one require?
Can one ever have too much of a good thing?
Can't one be spoiled by having too much of a good thing?
Would you make a good spy where catching on quick is part of the job description?
Is there any course that one can take to fine tune the skill of being a spy?
Would the Intelligence service provide all the training you need and would you be flexible if the job challenged your morality?
What prerequisites would an exceptional spy need aside from any instruction?
Wouldn't a spy have to be nosey?
Wouldn't a spy need to be proficient in more than one language?
Would that help him in espionage?
Would if he had to take on different personalities?
Do you think he would use a disguise to go along with those personalities to blend in with his environment?
What do you think his secret "devices" of choice would be?
What could be more fun than jabbing a poison-tipped umbrella into a buttock?
Does one to need to worry abouth that if one was a friend of Markov?