Maybe you're mistrusted less as a killer than showin' your cards a corner at a time.
“Childish Things” · Season 2
In this episode: Al Swearengen (4), Seth Bullock (2), Charlie Utter (2), Francis Wolcott (2), Jane Canary (2), Doc Amos Cochran (1), A.W. Merrick (1), Dan Dority (1)
My bicycle masters boardwalk and quagmire with aplomb. Those that doubt me, suck cock by choice.
Sometimes I hear you speakin' in here when I know there's nobody in here but you.
You have not yet reached the age, Dan, have you, where you're moved to utterance of thoughts properly kept silent?
Been known to mutter.
Not the odd mutter. Habitual fuckin' vocalizing of thoughts best kept to yourself. I will confide further. Lately... I talk to this package: the severed rotting head I paid bounty on last year of that murdered fuckin' Indian.
Would you like a drink?
Yes. But my opening position is no.
[at Bill Hickock's grave] Evenin', Bill. Jane ain't with me, ‘cause she's a drunken fuckin' mess, and I don't know what to do about it. I know you want her looked out for, and I'm doin' my fuckin' best. But I won't stand before you claimin' optimism. Other news. That letter you wrote your wife just before that cocksucker murdered you, it come to my hand. I won't even try explainin' fuckin' how. And knowin' what we know about our fucked up postal system, I ain't committin' it to the fuckin' mails. You know I will try to get it to her, which I pray'd be a portion off your mind. When I've found where she's at, on my way settin' off I'll tell you. All right. God bless you, Bill. [starts to leave and then turns back] And as far as Jane, as drunk as you've seen her, you've never seen her this worse. Between us, maybe havin' lost, wantin' to keep on. So I - I don't know what the fuck to do! But you know I'll-- I'll keep tryin.' [leaves]
Summon from Farnum that cunt with the long Kraut moniker.
E.B. ain't been over for coffee.
Should I ask if Farnum's come for coffee before I get you to summon that cunt? [To the disembodied 'Chief'] Dead and without a body, you strill outstrip him for intelligence.
Seeing you know about losing friends, you might be a good person to go on and talk to her.
JCJane Cannary
How does standing in my own puke prompt you to volunteer me to give a condolence call?
Why fucking wouldn't it, Jane? You like being situated how you are?
My beliefs about you have to do with your soul, which I feel is cold and ungenerous, unless you are a counterfeit. And if you are a counterfeit, the deception comes so naturally, I'd credit its source in such a soul.. meaning, cold and ungenerous, and as capable of counterfeit.. manipulative and treacherous as well.
IMiss Isringhausen
Who can you think I am, Mrs. Garret? I, a poor working?
You are not.
IMiss Isringhausen
I only hope your high wroth, ma'am, don't bespeak some affair gone amiss.. I hope to Christ not involving Mr. Bullock. Even under such duress, you oughtn't presume to strike me. For who do you take me then? For who do you mistake me?
I mistake you for no one, Miss Isringhausen, and I know you for a fact.
IMiss Isringhausen
All right then, Mrs. Garret. You've had your fit of temper, get the fuck back to your room.
[To the disembodied 'Chief'] Sent many of your friends to the happy hunting ground. Formidable Tom was, and no more a fool now than time shows us all.
MBMartha Bullock
This roof over our heads, Mr. Bullock, testifies to your care for William and me. The fostering affection and guidance you show my son to shape him into a man will only deepen my gratitude to you. As for myself, no further demonstrations are necessary as.. other duties claim your attentions.
None such as you conceive since your arrival, nor will they again, whatever the state of our relations.
MBMartha Bullock
Do not sacrifice further on my account, Mr. Bullock. I reject the offering. I repudiate it! I find it poisonous!
Is this true, Al?
Did he fucking confirm it to you?
I haven't spoken to Bullock.
So, then I guess it ain't confirmed. Answer me this fucking question: why in fuck do I find out about this telegraph operator arriving tardily and by accident?
I wasn't aware that you were owed official notification.
Merrick, you and me are allies, marching into battle together, and aren't smart-assed replies amongst allies a waste of fucking time?
Do you speak Chinese?
I do not, sir.
However you accomplish communication with that son of a bitch, then the more the disgrace to your soul!
That easy, to forget a fucking brother!?
Money has properties in this regard! ..Though no remedy is discovered yet sovereign against sentimental remorse.
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