Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait in your room.

(man chuckling)

I only hope you show it to her

We've already had one hotel close.

I could put you in charge of that mail route I'm gettin'.

EB's too busy sniffin'

I'm optimistic, Al.

Anyways, how'd it go with Bullock?

Not that she ought to stick around.

Bill: All right, ma'am.

Don't be pointing your fucking thumb for me.

You don't believe the money's to keep the Pinkertons away.

Take that, God damn you!

♪ So far from my home? ♪

Tell you the truth, Joanie, I'm...

Say somebody thought I saw something I shouldn't have.

If it meant my leaving camp

All right, breathe big breaths.

Didn't happen to put one right between

Whatever the fuck I got left.

Thanks very much.

That's the gospel on that score.

Al: See, my reasoning was, get the dude his money back,

what with them fancy signs and cleaned-up women

How have you been an accomplice till now?

to be sour on her tongue no matter how it happened?

True sounding's not guaranteed

and you'll improve our chances at that friendship.

The man stays on fours.

Maybe that would make an article:

As to that I have no opinion.

Yeah, she would.

ain't the same as Al's.

(knocks at door)

- (knocks at door) - What is it?

Meaning your husband?

I'm sure you don't need me explaining a place like ours.

Question's whether it's fate she blames,

- You and-- you and Hickok-- - No.

and faro made my entire fuckin' career,

I broke up three catfights, Andy.

They certainly don't appear to be at odds.

and let's get a poker game going!

I'm Al Swearengen, Mr. Hickok.

was the same exact cocksucker.

I'm very sorry about your husband.

All right then.