Deadwood, Season Two

Al Swearengen:
It wouldn't be the worst thing, backing a loser to Hearst. Let him pick me up from the canvas after, dust me the f*** off. I raise the great man's hand and murmur, best as I can through split lips, "Your man beat my man's balls off, Mr. Hearst." But Hearst's chink boss in that alley ain't to my f***in' taste. So what if something delays the battle of the chinks? Say, durin' that interval I get to show my ass a few times to Mr. Hearst. Meanwhile, that pain in the balls Wu is sketching up a storm, drawin' f***in' little pictures of himself brandishin' the lash, drivin' from a delivery ship a quota of chinks to be blown to pieces by dynamite working in the mines for Hearst at half the fee, per chink, that Hearst is paying the San Francisco cocksucker. Now, by this time Hearst has seen my ass so many times, he knows I'm no long-term threat. So some brief opposition of our interests ain't gonna make him feel like he needs to engage me in a death struggle, say, by opposin' local elections. Those circumstances, we can risk backing Wu, and the great man figures, "I am damaged by neither outcome. Why not retire to a neutral corner and test my import against the locals?"