Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where's the dude now?

What do you think?

Bet on me screaming for mercy.

Drink some whiskey.

She would do better indoors.

Stay friendly with them cocksuckers.

- Thank you. - Good luck to you.

and a feeling for its author.

What's the matter?

Spare you knowing how ignorant people are.

if you'll put up a set.

Learning at all the ins and outs of getting killed.

Tell all the other woodchucks at the club this afternoon.

Maybe we'll catch Bill coming back from cards.

- I want to know who did their legwork. - EB: You hit the nail square, Al.

you are here on sufferance.

That idea for Mr. Hickok has been had and acted upon

The game's always between you and getting called a cunt.

Can we talk about last night's gunfight?

It wouldn't surprise me in the least.

I also saw you...

What in the hell damn time is it anyway?

All right, I hear you, Wild Bill.

How about table games, any overlap there?

It was my mention of the Pinkertons, Alma, which brought Swearengen around

You know why, to relieve my headaches.

- Well, it's a mixed report. - You just tell me, is it done?

Has he asked you to reconnoiter the rims with him at all?

I feel like I should've brung posies.

I only hope you understand me being short with you

- Where? - At the Bella Union?

He shows up, you tell him I quit waitin'.

No gambling, whoring or whiskey

you gotta trust someone.

and any plans I might've had to buy something,

He directeth all our steps, Mr. Bullock. All of us.

and I'd move back in with Bill.

Thank you. Thanks for your help.

That dropped eye of yours looks like the hood on a cunt to me, Jack.