Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And in the bathhouse, we drew straws and...

Indeed, I was. A horrified bystander.

like that arrogant cocksucker Wu!

This ain't the goddamn day of judgment, Tom.

I ain't making too many friends in this camp

I trust you found your accommodations satisfactory, Mr. Adams-- Silas.

No, you just gotta kill it and put an end to it.

Kill Clagett and get you out from underneath that warrant?

certain liniments and...

- Sofia: Thank you. - You're welcome, little one.

Kiss my neck or tits if you have to kiss something.

Don't count on him to be loyal, Tom.

My wife and child are to join me from Michigan.

having already taken $5,000

How the fuck did that get to be inevitable?

She'd never recognize you-- have to smell you all over to know you was hers.

issue an order to Al Swearengen,

I spoke of looking out for an axe and a saw,

Postprandial cigars for the menfolk.

Jimmy Irons drowned.

Gonna make an offer on that piece on the western slope.

the other may hop on the fucking bed,

I'm talking about Jimmy Irons in connection with getting delivered to a Chink,

Just months that this camp came together, huh?

- Mr. Swearengen. - You owe me $5.

Leon, Leon, Leon.

Because I don't look fucking backwards.

I think, uh, I've been finicky over the location

nearly as much as I'd like to wash.

I'd consider it, 'cause you're not a fucking whore.

Then around Cape Horn and up to San Francisco,

Mrs. fat-ass fucking Anderson,

Farnum's slithered his way across here.

My problem, Tom, is, uh...

to understand than to be understood...

Hell, I do lots of things I don't want to do.

I will leave you now to pursue another excuse.

Mr. Cramed, you returned to the setting of your recovery.

you'd see I just palmed 80 in chips

I'm close to suggesting that we proceed.

I had an idea for a boot, just now measured her for it.

medicines. (heavy breathing)

I'm entitled to hope that again.

with $7 and 60 some-odd fucking cents

Mr. Ellsworth was engaged by a Mr. Seth Bullock,

- Very well. - I'm Seth Bullock.

and whose ear'd be first to the ground

Who's-who's gonna benefit from that, huh?

I thought, button, that you were our entire preoccupation.

No, I prefer to watch the fucking Reverend Smith

He's gotta make some distance before sunset.

From his parents?

and have my friend Jimmy Irons robbed blind