Deadwood, Season Three

Al Swearengen:
I did not shame myself. I keep an open mind in that area. Kid yourself about your behavior, you'll never learn a f***in' thing. I knew it was comin' too. F***in' Captain, holdin' me down. I knew what the f*** was next.

Dolly:
When he chopped off your finger?

Al Swearengen:
He didn't chop off my finger! Hearst chopped my f***in' finger off; the other f*** held me down! They hold you down, y-you can't get at 'em to help yourself. F***in' cold in here anyway, isn't it?

Dolly:
You want a blanket?

Al Swearengen:
If I do I'll put it round me, you ain't boss of the f***in' bedclothes! They hold you down from behind. Then you wonder why you're helpless. How the f*** could you not be?

Dolly:
I don't like it either.

Al Swearengen:
Another one that held me down, that f***in' Proctor when I tried to get to that ship. He f***in' held me, f***in' wouldn't let me go. F***in' in my mind, y'see, she was being restrained, couldn't get back off, that had got on the boat to f***in' New Orleans to go suck prick in Georgia. She changed her mind, and I was bein' restrained by that fat, bastard orphanage Proctor! Anyway, that's it, that's the end of it, that's the f***in' conclusion ... CHRIST, I'D'VE WISHED TO- [catches himself] Though probably she'd'a thrown be overboard anyway, but I'd'a wished to get to that f***in' ship. But I was bein' restrained. I couldn't get from where she'd left me. He held me to that bed, her callin' from the ship that had changed her mind.

Dolly:
[quietly] I don't like it either.

Al Swearengen:
No, huh? ...What?

Dolly:
When they hold you down.

Al Swearengen:
I guess I do that, huh, with your f***in' hair?

Dolly:
No.

Al Swearengen:
No? ...Well, bless you for a f***in' fibber.