Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sol: It ain't like something's being foisted on 'em

If I'd have got there, I'd have been prospectin'.

Are you mad about something, Al?

- Man #2: Move! - Jesus Christ, come on!

For God's sake, close your fist.

- Did he order whiskey? - Yeah.

- He went against it. - What are you conversing at?

- How much do you want? - Tim: Well, we agreed on 30%.

Oh yeah, is it bad, Doc?

It's poor damn timing at the least.

Separate rooms.

He beat the living shit out of you, didn't he?

Feel like playing now, Bill, or you wanna take in the rest of the camp?

do not try for this scaffold.

Get your chickens here.

That'd be the only part he'd know about.

Does it involve letting you go?

and working a paying fucking gold claim.

And don't forget to kill Tim.

Honor and a pleasure, my good man.

If that long-haired loudmouth had held his end up,

Where's Charlie Utter?

- Thank you, my good man. - You're welcome,

What a fucking lying cunt you are.

plus $10 for a half-ounce makes 170 total.

20,000 sold to the goose-looking man in the shiny suit.

Yes, sir, 170 for Ellsworth.

if I’d have pushed him any harder on his plans,

Let's just get him on the sled.

or the savage fucking red man himself,

just opened for business.

You know, I was goin' to Deadwood, same as you.

It's better than all right, you could see that much.

Tell Dan, then tell him to come see me.

The New York dude's downstairs, Al.

A hand come into Nuttall's No. 10

don't concern you, Ellsworth.

Where's Bill Hickok?

Believe me, we're stuck here a fucking while.

Woman: Go on, you can touch my nipples if you want to.

What a goddamn circus!