Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go get Tim Driscoll.
You got some mighty clammy hands there, partner.
Meaning the third eight.
Here comes another.
if you feel like talking about that headlight...
that we could make in transit
All right, Bill.
Well, the gold we found has overtaken it.
- What should I tell Tim? - Tell him to get over here.
(Irish accent) Now, Mabel! Get your ass across that table!
Tell him he's drunk, sorry for himself, give me five minutes,
Of course they'll contact Father.
with your fly down might strike the wrong note.
panned at the Driscoll claim.
and I mistakenly outdraw the greatest gunfighter in the world.
Tell him his...
I only wish to Christ I could get these past three days back.
I was afraid he'd shoot me.
when I gather you must have been home in bed, sleeping.
signaled the Indians' death throes, Mr. Utter.
That's all right, Jane.
across both sides of the fucking water! How the fuck do I know?!
without moving 20 feet off our path.
You ignorant fucking cunts!
he was intermediary, he brokered the deal.
Now Swearengen-- runs the saloon--
but I'd as soon do my drinking getting a piece of ass.
Tim Driscoll...
I don't know. I just met you.
Fucking time of trial, the fucking English in you comes out. Fine.
I vouched for you with Tim Driscoll two hours in here last night
I'll let everybody know.
Congress will rescind the Fort Laramie Treaty,
You probably need a drink.
Brom Garret of Manhattan,
- So I want the 6,000. - What's 30% of 14,000?
- What would you have her told? - That's not enough of a drop.
And thanks for stepping in on the side of right and fucking justice,
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are these rumors true that you're descended from the British nobility?
I wouldn't know how to interpret that.
when you are goin' to meet your maker,
Ahem, AW Merrick, Mr. Hickok,
- You know a back way into the camp? - Whoa.
We would meet as strangers the rest of our fuckin' lives.
I feel like playing now.
- We'll ride. - May I ride?
I expect I'll be there before sundown.
It's Bill Hickok. I seen him kill Phil Coe in Abilene.
What? Where's Driscoll now?
He didn't look too happy.
I wish to hell I knew what I ever did
- Give him a bottle of dope. - Come on, I'll take care of you.
Damn it! Damn it!
Hold me some of those large hip-boots till I get over there
What's your fucking rush?!
Doc!