Deadwood, Season Two

Ellsworth:
Because them as poke around Miz Garret's workings without a by-your-leave ain't welcome, Mr. Wolcott, and you ought not to repeat your f***in' mistake.

Wolcott:
Well, that's an uncivil response to an innocent error.

Ellsworth:
Did you work in the Comstock when you was beardless?

Wolcott:
I did.

Ellsworth:
For Mr. George Hearst, as a keen eye for the color?

Wolcott:
As a geologist for Mr. Hearst. Well, you have the advantage of me, Mr. Ellsworth.

Ellsworth:
That ain't a possibility, Wolcott. No more than an error of yours would be innocent.

Wolcott:
I do dimly recall an Ellsworth superintended the consolidated Virginia operations.

Ellsworth:
I don't give a f*** what you recall.

Wolcott:
A hero. Dug a week without respite to save three poor souls from a cave-in.

Ellsworth:
And 46 corpses in a f***ing hole that ought never to have been dug.

Wolcott:
Always a choice... to count the saved or the lost.

Ellsworth:
Get off this property.

Wolcott:
Just as a man opposed to inevitable change needn't invariably be called a Luddite, another choice might be simply to describe him as slow in his processes.

Ellsworth:
You tell that cocksucker you work for the next surrogate he sends oughtn't to be bloodied from the Comstock.