Deadwood2004

Cy Tolliver:
I hope you'll take it as measure of my keenness, sir, and curiosity.

George Hearst:
Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Tolliver, you wish to know your duties in my service.

Cy Tolliver:
Well, I make my way through the muck to learn the details.

George Hearst:
Your duties will be to answer like a dog when I call.

Cy Tolliver:
[slightly taken aback] Like a dog.

George Hearst:
Complications of intention on your part in dealings with me, or duplicity, or indirection - behavior, in short, which displeases me - will bring you a smack on the snout.

Cy Tolliver:
Ouch.

George Hearst:
When administered by a practiced hand, such a blow can be more painful and grievous even than your... recent sufferings.

Cy Tolliver:
I don't doubt the hand would be practiced.

George Hearst:
Mr. Swearengen recently discovered as much.

Cy Tolliver:
I gather it cost him a finger.

George Hearst:
But I should say too that, in these rooms just this afternoon, such displeasure brought me near to murdering the sheriff and... raping Mrs. Ellsworth. I have learned through time, Mr. Tolliver, and as repeatedly seem to forget, that whatever temporary comfort relieving my displeasure brings me, my long-term interests suffer. My proper traffic is with the earth. In my dealings with... people, I ought solely have to do with n*ggers. And whites who obey me like dogs.

Cy Tolliver:
If he hadn't meant me to wag it, sir, why would the Lord give me a tail?