May I say, Dan, having resumed drinking alcohol, I cannot for the life of me remember why I ever gave it up.
“Plague” · Season 1
In this episode: Al Swearengen (2), E.B. Farnum (2), Charlie Utter (2), Calamity Jane (2), Seth Bullock (1), Doc Amos Cochran (1), A.W. Merrick (1)
I'd rather try touching the moon than take on a whore's thinking.
I take it you've been out on a hoot?
I've been drunk awhile; correct. What the fuck is that to you?
The question was well meant. Like if you was a farmer, I'd ask ya how the farming was going.
[on burying a dead Native] You ain't doin' him no favor. I mean his way to heaven's above ground and lookin' west.
Let's do that, then.
Don't you want to take him over the ridge? To his fuckin' Holy Ground and put him up there with his headless buddy? I mean, that's what you nearly got killed for: interfering with his big fuckin' medicine, burying his fuckin' buddy, over the fuckin' ridge!
I'm calling on the widow and the little one in her care, and if I was you I wouldn't try to stop me.
Be brief!
Be fucked!
Her gutter mouth, and the widow in an opium stupor: a conversation for the ages.
Woman lives in your fucking hotel, but you can't find pretext for pressing the offer on her claim?
I can't outflank Trixie, Al. The whore guards that widow like a mother hen.
She's dosed her with opium, priming her for your approach.
Be that as it may...
E.B., put that offer in your pocket, you knock on the widow's door.
But Trixie'll answer.
Trixie answers you tell her that I want to talk to her. Trixie leaves, you gain entry, broach the sale. Can you circumnavigate the child or must I map that for you too?
[Mutters under his breath]
What?
Nothing.
[On hearing a knock at the door] Come on in, Doc, him and me are finished. Anyway, don't play that shit where you make me drag your words outta you. Declare, or shut the fuck up.
[Explaining the markings on the horse of the native that nearly killed Bullock] The three red hands on the pony's flank was three men killed hand-to-hand. The red circle was one killed on horseback. The white lines on the pony's legs was times the heathen counted coup. With them, whether you mean to kill your man after or you're just showing off, you hit 'em with a gun butt or a stick or a club; that's counting coup. That's why he come for you instead of picking you off with an arrow, like he did your horse. [Pause] That was one bad hombre you got by, Bullock.
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