Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

at Slim Buttes,

Tell that other one to make up the fucking room.

Is that direct enough?

you'd just as soon as seen him dead.

or against any future claim on her compassion,

It's an environment to test the moral mettle

Who would give you that much credit?

was to buttress the sheriff's authority?

from the garrison option,

or the telegraph that transmitted it

Adams-- your employee

Leon: Smells like shit.

You don't account for my preferences, Mr. Bullock?

just please, God,

Adams bore you my message to try fucking yourself.

When did you start thinking every wrong had a remedy, Wu?

Tonight, I plan to drink in.

You may be a big shot in this alley, but you are less than a nigger to me!

Um, uh-- Sofia.

- Well done, General. - The first meeting out of recompense

Taking Mrs. Garret's father with 'em.

and draw a map for anyone who wants to believe your fucking lies.

Collected off the Bella Union floor.

You're a wily cocksucker, huh?

Captain Bubb is the quartermaster and commissary officer.

♪ Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine ♪

of which I am certain

No, not tonight.

the gist was "Fuck yourself."

(saloon piano playing)

I would have let him lay in state, but I need the room for my whores.

I didn't generate the warrant.

Get the fuck out of here, Doc, huh?

A man named Otis Russell is laid up in this establishment.

he's gonna go to New York City

What is it, Mrs. Garret?

Far as this matter Bullock commended to our attention...?

Get the fuck out of my joint.

is Al's enemy Magistrate Clagett's cozy-seeming connection to the military.

praying that you consider it served,

- and five for bartering their weapons. - Bartering them for what?

You get to care for a human being in his last extremity.

(whispers) All right.

Until your father's well enough to travel,