Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whatever the fuck I got left.

Anyways, how'd it go with Bullock?

Not that she ought to stick around.

I only hope you show it to her

(man chuckling)

Wait in your room.

Yeah, she would.

They certainly don't appear to be at odds.

All right then.

ain't the same as Al's.

Thanks very much.

- You and-- you and Hickok-- - No.

The man stays on fours.

Question's whether it's fate she blames,

Didn't happen to put one right between

Say somebody thought I saw something I shouldn't have.

True sounding's not guaranteed

You don't believe the money's to keep the Pinkertons away.

I'm Al Swearengen, Mr. Hickok.

and faro made my entire fuckin' career,

to be sour on her tongue no matter how it happened?

Bill: All right, ma'am.

I'm sure you don't need me explaining a place like ours.

All right, breathe big breaths.

and let's get a poker game going!

♪ So far from my home? ♪

That's the gospel on that score.

Don't be pointing your fucking thumb for me.

As to that I have no opinion.

Tell you the truth, Joanie, I'm...

- (knocks at door) - What is it?

I broke up three catfights, Andy.

Al: See, my reasoning was, get the dude his money back,

I'm very sorry about your husband.

and you'll improve our chances at that friendship.

If it meant my leaving camp

I could put you in charge of that mail route I'm gettin'.

How have you been an accomplice till now?

EB's too busy sniffin'

Take that, God damn you!

(knocks at door)

what with them fancy signs and cleaned-up women

Meaning your husband?

Maybe that would make an article:

was the same exact cocksucker.

We've already had one hotel close.

I'm optimistic, Al.