Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't you remember me, boy?

You don't remember anything, do you?

would be a more attractive proposition.

Ain't that right, Wes?

Next round's on the Dolarhydes.

This isn't working.

I'm not going anywhere near that thing.

Put your guns on the whore!

(CLEARS THROAT)

We're all gonna die anyway.

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

You want to leave?

I can take over if you. . .

I'll tell your father about what happened today.

and out in the open, where we can get at them.

Now I'm a guest? I thought I was a prisoner!

should take care of any outstanding debt.

Give me that. Okay.

You just got to remember what it was.

They were for my son.

so we can have us a little chat?

Taggart locked him up, boss.

I know it ain't Sunday, folks,

I want to hear what you said.

I want the new ones to read Dolarhyde and Son.

I have to, Emmett. It's my job.

He's been shot.

Faith. Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

We can find them. He knows where they are.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

You should know. . . I'm not gonna be here very long.

God don't care who you were, son.

Better pick up your glasses, Doc,

You ain't goin' anywhere.

It's not fine. It's bad enough he drinks for free.

All right, son ! He said he meant no disrespect.

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

What the hell is that?

You're gonna tell me what I am charged with?

then lay down here and make yourself comfortable.

(WHOOPING STOPS)

Jake's leaving !

I don't know that either.

I knew you'd come for me, Pa.

looked up into my eyes,

I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

You got something to say, say it.

(AWKWARD CHUCKLE) Who are your amigos?

Where the hell's that coach?

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