Deadwood, Season One

Al Swearengen:
Don't you think I don't understand. I mean, what can anyone of us ever really f***in' hope for, huh? Except for a moment here and there with a person who doesn't want to rob, steal or murder us? At night, it may happen. Sun-up, one person against the f***in' wall, the other may hop on the f***in' bed trusting each other enough to tell half the f***ing truth. Everybody needs that. Becomes precious to 'em. They don't want to see it f***ed with.

Sol:
I won't pay.

Al Swearengen:
You pay… or she pays. No home visits. Do your visiting on the premises, five. [Sol slides five coins across the bar] Seven for an ass-f***.