Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He sent me off for a meal.

Ask him, before he sees me please,

Name's Crane. I'd like a room,

Well, this camp's expanding.

Don't seem to fit.

we'll meet your needs for a safe.

Go see to the grieving fucking widow.

that we should try to view our time here

That man's overplaying his hand.

- and sex with an unfamiliar woman? - Sure.

May I ask your name?

♪ You feel all alone ♪

the way you handled making the find.

as long as I don't get killed by the fucking Pinkertons.

This little one's cool as a cucumber.

Or the cocksuckers I'd lose the gold to at poker.

(knock at door)

You gutted me, didn't you, Bill? You son of a bitch!

Innkeep just took the body down to the doc's.

I won't take more liberties.

But I didn't say it in thunder.

let alone send the Pinkertons out?

We made no agreement.

Make the offer to the wife.

If it's close to fair, I'll pay it.

How can you even ask me that?

I'll go weigh the 12.

I always felt poker slows a joint's action.

Man: Hang the bastard!

Yeah, you believe that because you're a walkin' fuckin' cunt!

Does he need a doctor?

and competent did a second reconnoiter.

a man learns to shoot the craps.

I do not need the Pinkertons descending like locusts.

without once getting to dinnertime and not fucking it up.

and somebody else knowing it,

- Jane. - Thank you, Jane.

Thank you for all your help, Mr. Hickok.

420 back to you.

Seems he was pulling the strings

That'll get you out of this brown study you're in.

What happened to this little one

It'll take him awhile to get the phlegm situated.

You just bought yourself something with that.

No matter how your day's going, Jack,

a pair of boots, Andy.

I was supposed to leave for Cheyenne two damn hours ago!

Understand me, Charlie?

your husband's skull got caved in.

Oh, my aching back.

I'm flat out tired.

A terrible accidental fall?

Let me pose you a question, EB, you fuckin' cunt!

And as to how I might've given offense

Appears now that's unnecessary.