Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're easy. Easy' ripe and luscious.
They'll show up here' sooner or later.
- Who says? - Well, read 'em a clippin" News.
That's what happens when you live ten years alone in Bolivia. You get colourful.
You fellas got everything I told you all wrong.
Oh, this'd work. This'd work' Ray.
- How much you got? - It's hardly worth it. Alpoca Mine.
You never could shoot' not from the very beginning.
This might be the Atlantic City' New Jersey of all Bolivia.
Kid' there's somethin' I think I oughta tell ya. I never shot anybody before.
They got horses in Australia. Hell' they got thousands of miles we could hide out in.
Well' you know' it could be worse.
You know' in the army. Right away! Go fight the Spanish.
What the hell is that?
Good huntin'.
We're back in business' boys and girls' just like the old days.
Don't move!
It's on the tip of my tongue, Etta. I swear it.
You sure 288 ports is enough? Yeah, 336 sounded weird.
Ah' you're wastin' your time.
- What war? - The war with the Spanish.
Like I been tellin' you' over the hill.
No. Then you jump first. No I said!
Boy' for a gunman' you're one hell of a pessimist.
Australia.
At least think about it.
hallowed be thy name.
I can't say this any more - I'm old :( "Boy' I Got Vision And the Rest of the World Wears Bifocals."
When I came here' you weren't even a gang. I formed ya!
Who are those Guys?
Now' I'm not gonna make a lot of extravagant claims for this little machine.
Mine! All mine!
So when I say Bolivia' you just think California.
The papers said they had you.
Come on' Sundance. Start trussin' my feet.
Come on!
- Name me one thing... - They speak English in Australia!
We could buy a place.
Don't You Get Sick Of Being Right All The Time?
Gio can win a knockout? He’ll be injured before the last group match!
What's the matter with you guys?
I swear to you Sweetface can handle it easy.
- You can't wanna get blown up again? - Butch' you know that if it were my money'
Yeah. You're a hell of a card player' fella.
Well' we're just trying to spot an ambush, Mr Garris.
He'll draw on you. He's ready. You don't know how fast he is.
You're the brains' Butch. You'll think of somethin'.
He wouldn't dare louse me up' he's that scared of me.
Neither?
Give me that, and get some more.
The future's all yours, you lousy bicycles!
Bolivia!
How long you figure we been watchin'?
Dammit!
Can you believe I'm broke already?
Dammit!
So I'll go with you and I won't whine' and I'll sew your socks and stitch your wounds'
One hell of a time to tell me
What do you think?
It was Baltimore and Lefors.
Rules? In a knife fight? There's no rules?
I can't do that on account of I work for EH Harriman of the Union Pacific Railroad...