Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Those poor young devils.

It's got to hold the weight of a pig.

The name of the cemetery is...

An armed unit escorting a cash box of gold coins

I'll ask the questions.

Move. Come on, let's go.

You'll all turn to dust,

You're not digging.

and he never forgets a friend.

Well, Jackson was here

Listen, Angel Eyes said for us to lay low for a few days,

Then these idiots would go somewhere else to fight.

A little of this will help.

to get the name.

I wish you luck.

You don't want to break our friendship, huh? Well, I'll break it.

Nobody misses when I'm at the end of the rope.

If I knew that my last hour had come, I swear

SOLDIER: Doctor, quick, the captain's wounded.

A golden-haired angel watches over him.

just what you and Jackson had to say about the cash box.

CAPTAIN: Names don't matter.

100 miles, that's a nice walk.

and bring to a court-martial

If I get my hands on the $200,000,

I expect good news.

that money will go to the undertakers.

receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods,

but you're smart enough to know that talking won't save you.

I'll help you. I'll help you.

I really doubt that any of them are still alive.

I have a feeling it's really gonna be a good, long battle.

I'd tell the name on the grave.

But you don't know just who you're looking for, and I do.

Stevens, Baker and Jackson.

My name is Bill Carson now. It's Carson.

Keep your ears open.

waiting for someone to deliver this loot.

And the Lord have mercy on your soul.

WHat is good for teh digestion?

Hoorah! Down with General Grant!

Wallace will punch your friend as long as the song goes.

And there isn't any partner this time to shoot you down.

No, I'll keep this. You go.

It doesn't matter. I'm very happy.

What do you mean?

Come along now. Follow me.

You pig. You want to get me killed? When'd you unload it?

Especially when they've come from so far away

I shoot the legs off the stool.

I thought you might tell me where we're going.

Would you talk?

Blondie! It's all ours, Blondie.

Companies, report!

TUCO: You're heavy.

Everything. Like the pope almost.

You know what you are?

Your mother... It's better not to talk of her!

Here to the northwest, through all of Texas.

You want to try the pistol?

but let's not try to make things any worse.