Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(crying) Wherever we're going it better be paradise...

'Cause there ain't shit for game once you hit Kansas.

I guess she wasn't having too much fun.

We ain't gotta do what the farmer say.

We had our share.

But when your love dies...

How's she doing?

But you leave the hating to me.

Margaret (slurring): Study the river.

The pain it causes is so acute, so complete...

It's loving you back.

We's headed to Fort Worth.

But you can always look up and see the flags.

If they don't like it they can complain to somebody else

[indistinct chatter]

waiting to devour us like scraps.

I couldn't remember what that boy looked like.

Ennis got killed?

That'll take all day, too.

James: You drive my horse across the river,

'Cause this is the last store 'fore we get to Wyoming.

So much dust and smoke in battle.

I thought you was working with Swenson?

They get a piece of yours, and you get a piece of theirs.