Deadwood, Season Two

Al Swearengen:
I regret the delay, I was sequestered. Have been, one thing and another, since last we met. I also apologize for the stink.

Calamity Jane:
Welcome change from your usual odor of skunk!

Al Swearengen:
I offer these, and I hope you'll wear them a good long f***ing time in this f***ing camp, whose ever f***ing thumb we're under. And where it come to me just a few moments ago that the Reverend Smith, may he rest his soul, he was found on the road, apparently murdered by heathens just some months ago. What he said on the subject of you: 'Mr. Bullock raises a camp up, and I hope he'll reside with us and improve our general f***ing atmosphere for a good long f***ing time, even with all the personal complications and f***ing disasters that we all f***ing have, and where, running away solves absolutely f***ing nothing.'