Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

General: That march through mud was a trial sent by God,

I want those soldiers, General.

You know, I've never spoken to her once since she come to camp.

regarding your personal liabilities,

Hey, Doc. Give me a whirl.

I'm not sure I can explain beyond

I suspect I wouldn't feel this pain.

other than by coming upon them posing for photographs

that my mama in heaven wanted me to see to his needs.

They're all in the same fucking place. Tolliver, the widow's father, Clagett--

and rely on my counsel exclusively.

...till I can sort out all the full particulars here.

He didn't make any better a farmer than millinery clerk,

apply pressure even and firm,

If the noise bothers you so much, put cotton in your ears.

You head off trouble down the road once you've dealt with the trouble on it.

(piano playing)

who understands the danger of his own temperament,

a man, a former marshal

I'd rather reprovision with the fucking Sioux.

watching you struggle with what is beneath

But in consideration, you will...

I'd be happy to give you this paper

Doc: If I was a more adaptable primate

realize I do hate it here.

--I would be less than honest if I did not admit that I was

A human being in his last extremity is a bag of shit.

or her holdings in jeopardy, you show 'em how to get here.

Women, credit at the tables and prospecting tools.

Having given me time as he has to escape my angry mood,

Of course, they'll be wrong about Mrs. Garret,

I'd have a wad of cartilage covering the patella,

Not if you've seen Adams or if you haven't seen Adams.

- Al knew they was comin'. - Well, he knew somethin' was comin'.

then no fucking white man's safe.

My friend Jane repaid some money I thought never to see,