Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, come on, son.

I laid in the grass...

Further away you get from concrete,

I'm headed to the ocean.

as it tears into you, and you let it.

Grab yourgear. Toss it in that second wagon.

[sniffs] Gonna cost about...

Can't do much of nothing for themselves.

If you need something from the traders, I'll get it for you.

If I looked like you, I...

That's my dream.

How we getting them emigrants across?

James: Hold 'em up!

- I'll take it. - All right.

Can't mess with an outfit's cook.

in that son of a bitch.

What else you gonna do?

If they can't cross a fucking river,

I been in my fair share of gunfights

- Fifty dollars. - Fifty dollars?

Don't see the point.

I'm not even sure I know what that word means anymore.

I don't forgive me.

if they happen to have one.

Be sad. Miss him.

You're too pretty for me. I prefer to be the pretty one.

[German and Slavic chatter]