Garters!

My socks and suspenders, where is she?

They could be in my shoes, my stockings, garters.

Take your stockings with you.

You expect a lot for a few garters!

In the Golden Garter Gonna wet my whistle today

Ain't a showman and he's smarter Operates the Golden Garter

Just as I passed here, this garter unhooked.

In keeping with the policy of the Golden Garter... which strives to bring to Deadwood the best in entertainment... regardless of the expense... it is my great pleasure to present to you now... that lovely star, that toast of New York, Miss Frances Fryer.

I knew when he came home with a pair of green socks she'd knitted for him.

You know, she carries a stiletto right there in her garter.

The seams.

Fishnet stockings.

Hand me my stockings.

And the stocking

Yes, the stocking.

What are you doing? Her socks...

Socks, fine.

More stockings?

No stockings!

And your socks.

No, leave your stockings on.

She draws on her socks.

She put on socks.

It was a pair of silk stockings.

Stockings, black cotton, one dozen pair.

They were fleshcolored.

And he's actually wearing socks.

I manufacture ladies' hosiery.

You said he used a stocking?

A passion for black fishnet stockings.

I know men who'd offer diamond garters yet still act decently, even in a tunnel!

Deadwood City ain't no Chicago... and the Golden Garter ain't no grand theater like this one... but they want you mighty bad, and I promised them you'd come.

Which is like yellow, this one.

Take off your socks.

These dirty socks stink.

The Philadelphia silk stocking murder...

But the stocking, that letter.

It felt like a stocking.

I think it was a stocking.

He doesn't even wear socks.

There is a hole in your sock.

Tom sleeps with his socks on.

And I washed your socks out.

Sergeant. Look. It's the other stocking.