Deadwood, Season Three

Al Swearengen:
[to Doc] Jesus Christ! The f***ing gimp finds something useful to do in the f***ing brace you made her. Do you think you could treat "Being Johnny"-always struggling to fashion a f***in' thought? Every f***ing night, I, that could cut a throat and sleep the sleep of the just, spend six f***ing wakings trying to fill a piss-pot with my dribble and wondering when I got to be so old. [throws swatches down to Doc] Pick a f***ing swatch for a spit rag, use the others for masks, and go about your f***ing business. I ain't learning a new doc's quirks!