Deadwood, Season Two

Al Swearengen:
[Receiving a blowjob] Even this, now gives me no pleasure.

Seth Bullock:
[From outside] Swearengen! Be down in five minutes with my gun and badge!

Calamity Jane:
Start down now, you limey cocksucker! Allow for getting stuck from crawling out from under the bed.

Al Swearengen:
That Bullock is a f***ing strategist, ain't he? Sets terms to publicly humiliate me, and my penalty if I don't comply is he walks into the bar downstairs and takes fifteen bullets in the chest. And that ain't no hooplehead, you know. Bullock, he's one of those special f***ing cases, you don't know what in f***s going on in their mind, and he's big with Montana. Big. I heard that today. Because the news earlier from Yankton and the f***ing commissioners wasn't adequately confusing. Not to mention the f***ing telegraph coming in and four whores that I don't know who the f*** they work for.

Seth Bullock:
[From outside] Three minutes!

Al Swearengen:
Shut the f*** up! I suppose I do f***ing understand. So f***ing confused and disgusted and wanting it to end and looking for the blessing of a quick way out. Sets himself to a higher f***ing standard than our natures, and he wants execution 'cause he's failed.

Seth Bullock:
One minute!

Charlie Utter:
What the f*** happened to two?

Al Swearengen:
Talk about one person, f***ing up another person's entire f***ing day. [Goes outside to the balcony, points at Bullock] Wait.