Deadwood, Season Two

Sol Star:
The cocksucker upstairs sends his retriever out to collect me with instructions I'm to wait 'till summoned.

Trixie:
I suppose then you should sit the f*** down.

Sol Star:
And I come, too, and find you like you never left tihs place to learn your numbers.

Trixie:
Did you teaching me make me accountable for my whereabouts the rest of my f***ing days?

Sol Star:
If he wants me, he can f***ing come find me.

Trixie:
Why not wait and find out what he wants?

Sol Star:
Why don't you tell me yourself?

Trixie:
Because I don't know that, Mr. Star.

Sol Star:
Other events have a claim to attention.

Trixie:
He knows about other events.

Sol Star:
And ain't you his f***ing lapdog, Trixie!?

Trixie:
I ain't nobody's f***ing lapdog.

Sol Star:
Hard to think, even, of you coming to learn numbers without its being to his purpose.

Trixie:
Any more to that f***ing thought?

Sol Star:
I'll have a f***ing drink.