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Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips
to understand than to be understood...
- Very well. - I'm Seth Bullock.
Gonna make an offer on that piece on the western slope.
Daddy.
nearly as much as I'd like to wash.
Then around Cape Horn and up to San Francisco,
- Mr. Swearengen. - You owe me $5.
Hell, I do lots of things I don't want to do.
Mrs. fat-ass fucking Anderson,
He's gotta make some distance before sunset.
(chuckles)
I think, uh, I've been finicky over the location
No, I prefer to watch the fucking Reverend Smith
like that arrogant cocksucker Wu!
I'm entitled to hope that again.
the other may hop on the fucking bed,
Aha.
I'd consider it, 'cause you're not a fucking whore.
Indeed, I was. A horrified bystander.
I had an idea for a boot, just now measured her for it.
certain liniments and...
She'd never recognize you-- have to smell you all over to know you was hers.
My wife and child are to join me from Michigan.
I see.
How the fuck did that get to be inevitable?
Thank you, Al.
medicines. (heavy breathing)
Sol: Oh, yes.
Farnum's slithered his way across here.
issue an order to Al Swearengen,
From his parents?
Just months that this camp came together, huh?
I'm close to suggesting that we proceed.
Postprandial cigars for the menfolk.
having already taken $5,000
I will leave you now to pursue another excuse.
Because I don't look fucking backwards.
you'd see I just palmed 80 in chips
Kiss my neck or tits if you have to kiss something.
No, you just gotta kill it and put an end to it.
Kill Clagett and get you out from underneath that warrant?
And in the bathhouse, we drew straws and...
and have my friend Jimmy Irons robbed blind
I'm talking about Jimmy Irons in connection with getting delivered to a Chink,
Don't count on him to be loyal, Tom.
Leon, Leon, Leon.
I spoke of looking out for an axe and a saw,
Jimmy Irons drowned.
I ain't making too many friends in this camp
I trust you found your accommodations satisfactory, Mr. Adams-- Silas.
This ain't the goddamn day of judgment, Tom.
Hi, Doc.
Mr. Cramed, you returned to the setting of your recovery.
Mr. Ellsworth was engaged by a Mr. Seth Bullock,
- Sofia: Thank you. - You're welcome, little one.
and whose ear'd be first to the ground
I thought, button, that you were our entire preoccupation.
with $7 and 60 some-odd fucking cents
My problem, Tom, is, uh...
Who's-who's gonna benefit from that, huh?