Deadwood, Season Two

Al Swearengen:
Age impedes my stream, no f***ing fear of you.

Seth Bullock:
Get in here.

Al Swearengen:
All in due f***ing course but tell me one thing first, Bullock, as I stand here f***ing humbled. Does the widow Garret have a going f***ing hard rock concern and five-stamp mill crushing gold out of her quartz all day and f***ing night?

Seth Bullock:
What?

Al Swearengen:
Or does she cast her lot with the camp, furnish others here a chance to develop what they got, to hang on or even prosper?

Seth Bullock:
You pie-faced cocksucker, get in here and account for your insult.

Al Swearengen:
Or, with you at her ear - among other points of entry - instead of doing your civic duty, does she ship her f***ing loot to Denver?

Seth Bullock:
Civic duty? Opposed by her own and her dead husband's family, to put her assets at play in a camp with no law or government worth the name?

Al Swearengen:
See as here where she lives and struck lucky, civic duty? Yeah! And it's time for her and some others to quit their f***ing shirking, Yankton's making its move. Ah, the f***ing thing!

Seth Bullock:
Meaning what, "Yankton's making its move"? Without more insults.

Al Swearengen:
We're getting ass-f***ed. Carved into counties, but not one f***ing commissioner coming from the hills.

Seth Bullock:
How do you have this information?

Al Swearengen:
From the governor himself in a pricey little personal note. They want to make us a trough for Yankton's snouts, and them hoopleheads out there, they need buttressing against going over to those cocksuckers. Now I can handle my areas, but there's dimensions and f***ing angles I'm not expert at. You would be if you'd sheathe your prick long enough.

Seth Bullock:
Shut up.

Al Swearengen:
And resume being the upright pain in the balls that graced us all last summer.

Seth Bullock:
Shut up, you son of a bitch.

Al Swearengen:
Jesus Christ. Bullock, the world abounds in cunt of every kind, including hers. [Bullock removes his Sheriff's badge] Of course, if it would steer you from something stupid, I, uh, could always profess another position.

Seth Bullock:
Will I find you've got a knife on you?

Al Swearengen:
I won't need no f***ing knife.