Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't going out there again tonight

My money'd be on you.

I'll look at your biggest size hip-boot.

or they can just write off the forebrain

- I got it, Al. - Yes, you did.

Tell her give him my boots.

- You boys mind if I sit in? - Not at all, have a seat.

Chickens for sale! $3.00 a pair.

- I don't remember. - I didn't, God damn it!

- Come here. - I said to stop.

or would that be none of your fucking business?

First one today with this hand.

Prisoner: Now who is that? That sounds like Byron Samson.

God damn it, Swearengen, I don't trust you as far as I can throw you,

And then did everyone dry their hands?

You listen, mister, it was a massacre.

- No kidding now? - No kidding.

- Got 'em right here. - We stand by our stock.

and we'll discuss the rest of it some other fucking time.

(piano playing)

I guarantee at this minute my entire fucking action downstairs is fucked up!

not saying your name, but I certainly recognize you

What the fuck arrangement do you suggest now?

Well, here's to you, Your Majesty.

Can you get him over here? Is he still at Nuttall's?

and first come, first to be served.

What if the third child is alive?

You called my bluff, Hickok.

Jimmy says the Sioux massacred a family on the Spearfish Road.

I'm saving to bring them out.

So what brings you to our camp, Mr. Hickok?

- What? - Saying you outdrew me.

You will have a vivid entry for an article

First you want people to know about that family.

and it's bad for the camp's reputation.

I'm descended from all of them cocksuckers.

Well, I could feel that he had more in him.

That is his speciality.

Oh, and where was your secret agent?

and sits there losing at poker.

Shit! I'll do it.

Cash prizes, every night's case of soap.

Must've been me who took it from him.

Wait for me, God damn it!