Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three eights wins, your pot.
Here I am thinking I'm fucking bluffing the third eight,
will be in my prayers.
but just let me hold 20, in fucking cash.
Get anything off your chest you feel like.
Yeah, right out here in the alley!
(clicks tongue)
Is he having a bad run? I can't see that far.
- Can we leave you with the stock, Jane? - Yeah.
So then you won't be a marshal?
Aw, she shot me right in the head.
and get to a faro layout.
I'm here to get a room.
Nobody's drinking, nobody's gambling, nobody's chasing tail.
as anyone can bring in, tomorrow, with no upper limit!
(gunshot)
How's the dude ask his people back home for more?
beholden to no human cocksucker,
Quiet! Al's got words!
You know I don't intrude on the affairs of others.
Now you may apply that to whoever you feel may be my reference.
Yes, I've already begun to imagine it.
- Is that so? - I had my plans about set.
You should be sleeping on a goddamn pew.
Did you hear Bill Hickok's in town?
And I intend to gut that son of a bitch at poker whenever I get the chance.
I don't trust you as far as I can throw you
I'll tell you what,
was "Sol, lose a can to buy the goddamned fool.
- Is it over? - All right.
He's got a lot on his mind, Johnny.
Certain people wear on my fucking nerves.
He's sipping.
I paid 50¢ for this bar of soap,
You call Danny, you call Johnny.
We got plaster cradles, prospector's best friend.
Any more gunplay gets answered.
Bill and me are gonna ride ahead into camp.
- What the fuck did you just do? - Will you close at 16.5?
Here we go.
Who'll give his last words to the sister?
Deadwood and these hills will be annexed
- We did all right. - We'll be a few hours, Mr. Smith.
(growls)
of as many of these godless heathen cocksuckers
Son of a bitch!
Two whiskeys.
Come on, now, come on, now, come on.
Damp palms run in my family.
Stick around, see if she lives.
Too much ransacking, and too many goods left behind.
if my boy turns up, raise him good.
- (crowd cheers) - And God rest the souls of that family.
He wakes back up, starts in beating on me--
That was one hell of a good talk.
I'm the one who saw it. And there ain't no one was alive.
Should I tell you when I plan to take a shit tomorrow
Don't tell me what to do.
What a grand surprise.
And more than the claim is worth," you said.