Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Does bosom mean tit? - Same thing.
Never mind what for, just take this and get me another gun.
Look, you got everybody back at the tables,
Now do not jump off of that stool, you cocksucker!
We want to look around the camp.
- My name's Caroline. - Well, you'll always be Mabel to me.
while my partner's taking his sweet-ass time
I can't get to my spot until you finish!
Lot four, some hardware guys.
You get in a mood like this and I just as soon as not even discuss it.
I'm executing sentence now and he's hangin' under color of law.
30% of that's what-- what is that now... 4200.
And starting tomorrow morning,
Al's holding a full faith letter of credit
I know two scores, Mr. Bullock,
It was just a spontaneous fucking feeling
Now with that limey damn accent of yours,
Could we get two? We're worn out looking at each other.
- Now that'd be your affair. - Listen to me,
What a sport you turned out to be.
We own a gold claim. This is how we sealed the deal.
Eight ounces of gold at $20 an ounce is 160
What'd you see?
You help me with my fucking fall
Jesus Christ, can we shake hands or something?
why'd I come to this camp, huh?
writing whatever the fuck he's writing over there!
- And what if I don't? - Mouth off and you'll find out.
You probably got the right idea. (clicks tongue)
Jesus Christ Almighty, move it!
Why are we standing here?
- Am I too late? - Mm.
Wild Bill fucking Hickok.
just on people of my own personal acquaintance.
Front your game away from our tent.
I was doing the legwork, Al.
Stay back!
- No kidding! - (knock on door)
Cash or credit at the tables?
(men grunting)
Man: Whoa!
You listen to me, I ain't going back out there again tonight,
And not the US Government saying I'm trespassing,
Well, what else would I have meant?
And pour me another, my good man.
you conniving, heavy-thumbed motherfucker!
but I'd look to Trixie for danger before I'd look to Tim.
Keep your own tally!
If every rumor was true
I'll arrange that by tomorrow, but today I can't fix it.
D-don't put your fingers in it.
They had three children. Were there three?
(panting) Ticonderoga, New York, Barnett Robinson...
to gamble or piss away however else he's gonna do it.
What, in case they beat on you?
- Man #1: We've got no water! - Man #2: All right, friend.