Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

which Ellsworth does enjoy,

I come through unharmed.

So let's go, let's get something working.

Don't let him take your money, Mr. Merrick,

I do not know how

That's his trade, Cy. He's a wordsmith.

Howdy yourself. You the operator?

Did she just ask to borrow money?

I owe you a penny.

cocksucker falls to his death. Pure fucking accident.

Sol and I put our last sifting cradle aside for you.

I was told that he fell from a ridge.

It's Jane, Bill.

Friday and Saturday mornings and the mid-week day

Who I recognize is grieving, and has better intentions probably

She will take the 12, Al, and be happy to get it.

I'd have thought she'd say yes on the spot.

Some goddamned time,

So Ellsworth has to leave camp over the difference?

EB: You know me, Al.

What's it worth to you?

and what that saloon-keeper gave me if you'd wanna take it on.

You're probably enjoying your damn privacy

first, $20,000 is a lot of money;

in a favorable fucking light.

What kept you, Charlie?

I'll pay you $5 for that gun, sight unseen.

If she don't come back to you with an answer inside an hour,

- EB? - I offered 12.

And 20,000's a lot of money.

Instead of throwing me to the pigs.

Wait, who said he fell?

It was me your husband outbid for the claim.

Much appreciated.

Done some good work on this place.

I don't think you should touch me, honey.

I mean, if that gives him offense or umbrage,

Let's see the man with the cash.

it is your 12 after all.

you sometimes get feeling beset.

Cy: Well, we're agreed on $50 an issue.

No, I believe not.

Well well, if he-- if he was here sealing an appearance arrangement,

Let the world do its own spinnin'.