Deadwood, Season Three

Al Swearengen:
Where the fuck have you been?

Silas Adams:
I was looking for someone whose name you told me never to say again.

Al Swearengen:
Amongst further instructions including not to look for him when he's fucking disappeared.

Silas Adams:
Well, I held off saying where I was.

Al Swearengen:
I can repose no truth in someone who traffics with that type douche bag.

Silas Adams:
I don't think Hawkeye's a douche bag. [Al slaps him]

Al Swearengen:
Who you believe you can salvage, Adams, is the douche bag you must avoid and no effort of yours can preclude at some point finding past help. And you yourself, being his consort in similar fucking straits. And all the energies I've poured into you gone for naught. I vow on that fucking subject, I find you dead 'cause of him I'll kick your corpse in the ear for the waste of my fucking time.

Silas Adams:
Anyways, what'd you want?

Al Swearengen:
I've named you to represent me in my dealings with fucking Hearst. Tolliver too, in that connection.

Silas Adams:
Tolliver in connection with Hearst?

Al Swearengen:
As he's put us in tandem, fucking Hearst.

Silas Adams:
You and Tolliver?

Al Swearengen:
If I sought an echo, Adams, I'd now be addressing a fucking mountain. I'm in waters I don't know, nor soundings I can take. To bring me the knowledge I need, my second needs to seem capable of disloyalty.

Silas Adams:
If that's supposed to be a compliment, thanks.

Al Swearengen:
Which is to say, being loyal he can forego loyalty's display. Like not searching out a friend who don't want to be found, just hoping he makes his way back, hmm?

Silas Adams:
How's Dan gonna take your choosing me?

Al Swearengen:
That's my fucking problem to deal with.