Deadwood, Season One

Al Swearengen:
Woman lives in your f***ing hotel, but you can't find pretext for pressing the offer on her claim?

E.B. Farnum:
I can't outflank Trixie, Al. The whore guards that widow like a mother hen.

Al Swearengen:
She's dosed her with opium, priming her for your approach.

E.B. Farnum:
Be that as it may...

Al Swearengen:
E.B., put that offer in your pocket, you knock on the widow's door.

E.B. Farnum:
But Trixie'll answer.

Al Swearengen:
Trixie answers you tell her that I want to talk to her. Trixie leaves, you gain entry, broach the sale. Can you circumnavigate the child or must I map that for you too?

E.B. Farnum:
[mutters under his breath]

Al Swearengen:
What?

E.B. Farnum:
Nothing.

Al Swearengen:
[on hearing a knock at the door] Come on in, Doc, him and me are finished. Anyway, don't play that shit where you make me drag your words outta you. Declare, or shut the f*** up.