Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course they’ll contact father

- Get down off your horse. - Listen to me.

- and I'll pay you $2 extra. - Set prices, boys,

Then that was probably them then.

We know what we're doing. Put your hat back on and stick with your wagon.

You know there's something

glad enough to have done my duty and that little one

Yeah, I've got it right here.

- No one asked for your version! - Said I robbed him

will be exchanged for one that does.

Make sure the dude sees you leave.

- They're liable to send the Pinkertons. - So shut the dude down?

He didn't speak of having lawman ambitions, Al.

What kinda hand is your friend with a gun?

and I'd like to buy the round.

Oh my God, he is shit-faced.

God damn it, if I had something to do with what happened,

I have to deal with that!

peculiar about this man's cerebral setup

- Sol: Perfected at the Montana strikes! - We got chamber-pots to sell you.

(saloon piano playing)

Aw, get off of that now, Bill.

(knock on door)

I told you I got there afterwards.

If you don't know what one of those is,

- What? - Spit.

Make it look like Indians.

She likes me better than she likes you.

and you didn't want to have anything to do with me,

Wild Bill Hickok is here.

You're welcome.

Wild Bill Hickok.

Let's just get him on the sled

My sister was comin' in the morning.

Oh, have no fear on that score.

None of you better fucking move!

Well, it was a whole family on the road to Spearfish.

- Lot four a stayer? - Wagon loaded with goods.

- Thank you, Mr. Smith. - Thank you.

and I won't say no more on the subject

I'm from Etobicoke, Ontario.

by supposedly stealing Byron Samson's horse.

and he's a motivated seller, fair enough.

She don't mean nothing, Doc. She's just excitable.

Warrant out on me in Cheyenne.

As far as Hickok, Al,

That's her derringer.

I'd work with you.

I hope you didn't lose the fucking war.

The parents, two children.

but I enjoy the way you lie

Ticonderoga, New York, Barnett Robinson...

before he passed away,

- Byron Samson's comin' for him. - Sir, would you please get the fuck out

I may have fucked my life up flatter than hammered shit,

You've been holding markers against my kind for the past several centuries,

then we'll play cards.