Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Doc. Give me a whirl.

General: That march through mud was a trial sent by God,

But in consideration, you will...

regarding your personal liabilities,

My friend Jane repaid some money I thought never to see,

He didn't make any better a farmer than millinery clerk,

watching you struggle with what is beneath

then no fucking white man's safe.

...till I can sort out all the full particulars here.

--I would be less than honest if I did not admit that I was

Having given me time as he has to escape my angry mood,

I suspect I wouldn't feel this pain.

realize I do hate it here.

They're all in the same fucking place. Tolliver, the widow's father, Clagett--

(piano playing)

- Al knew they was comin'. - Well, he knew somethin' was comin'.

I want those soldiers, General.

I'd be happy to give you this paper

If the noise bothers you so much, put cotton in your ears.

who understands the danger of his own temperament,

You head off trouble down the road once you've dealt with the trouble on it.

and rely on my counsel exclusively.

I'd have a wad of cartilage covering the patella,

I'd rather reprovision with the fucking Sioux.

Doc: If I was a more adaptable primate

A human being in his last extremity is a bag of shit.

I'm not sure I can explain beyond

other than by coming upon them posing for photographs

Of course, they'll be wrong about Mrs. Garret,

You know, I've never spoken to her once since she come to camp.

or her holdings in jeopardy, you show 'em how to get here.

Women, credit at the tables and prospecting tools.

Not if you've seen Adams or if you haven't seen Adams.

apply pressure even and firm,

a man, a former marshal

that my mama in heaven wanted me to see to his needs.