[talking to a horse before he and Hostetler castrate it] Now, if you want to take it out on someone, remember it was very dark-skinned white folks that cut on you. They just sounded like niggers to throw you off.
“Amalgamation and Capital” · Season 2
In this episode: Al Swearengen (4), Charlie Utter (2), Seth Bullock (1), Francis Wolcott (1), A.W. Merrick (1), Cy Tolliver (1), Tom Nuttall (1), Jane Canary (1)
Knowledge is overrated, William. Diligence is what's required in the service of a willing spirit.
They're hypocrite cocksuckers. And the fuckin' lyin' instruments and tactics they use to fuck people up the ass can be turned against them.
On my order, Mr. Tolliver, Lee will burn this building, mutilating you before, during or after as I specify, or when he chooses unless I forbid.
Oh, my full attention is at your disposal.
Dan, don't you agree that the truth, if only a pinch, must season every falsehood, or the palate fucking rebels? And mustn't the novice chef be mindful not to ladle out his concoction by the unseasoned fucking ton, lest before he perfect his art, he lose his clientele?
Every rumor you floated in your article, Merrick, I believe is a living possibility for this camp, and I want you to fucking hear that as a compliment.
If so, it's the first from your lips.
Because all them possibilities, called next to accomplished fact, in one fucking outgush makes people smell a rat.
Yes, I suppose so.
These interests coming after us, Merrick, they're fucking rough. They're going after our nuts. They're hypocrite cocksuckers, and the fucking lying tactics and instruments they use to fuck people up the ass can be turned against them.
My newspaper being such an instrument.
But scale, amount, proportion, seasoning. Drink that fucking second shot, Merrick!
I like my fucking liquor.
A trait in you that gave me early hope.
A letter come to hand I need to take to Bill's missus.. He wrote just before he got killed.
I see.
And you know who fucking give it to me? How crazy life got? And money must buy these bastards any fucking thing they want! That cocksucker inside, Mr. amalgamation & fucking capital!
Hearst's geologist gave you the letter?
And god knows who he fucking bought it off of or how many hands it passed through. It fucks me up thinking Bill's missus got to handle something that cocksucker touched.
Was it over the letter you beat him the other day?
No, no. I give my word not to say what that was over. I'd best go, lest Mr. amalgamation & capital takes one through the fucking head.
What's the import of that expression?
Do I look like I'd fucking know? Some big-shot eastern magazine reporter interviewing Bill said that was what's changing things around. Jane, I don't know what's gonna come of fucking Jane.
I'll keep an eye on her.
You should lock her in that cell and don't let her fucking drink! And don't fuck yourself up over Mose Manuel. He will get hisself fleeced of what is rightfully his and what he got by fuckin' murder. He'll be judge on hisself and jury too, just like the fucking most of us.
New saloon in the camp, Jane?
JCJane Cannary
I know that's some clever opening gambit to culminate in breaking my balls.
Just saying I checked the usual spots 'cause I wanted to say goodbye before I left camp, so in case you go ahead and fucking die...
JCJane Cannary
Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye. Have a good fucking trip. Shut the fuck up! 'Cause it so happens, when you return, if no trees of animals killed you, that you were fucking driving crazy with criticism, you will find I've moved out of this shitbox, so I don't have to fucking embarrass you or fucking have you hovering over me like the ugliest fucking nurse in the fucking universe.
Mrs. Garret writ me a letter saying how yesterday she lost her temper with you somewhat, and judgment, she tipped she was on to you being a Pinkerton. Oh, being bright, I expect you concluded it was me must have told her, meaning maybe I had sold over to her, and with my allegiance now in question, I expect you wired the Pinkerton big-shots, arguing you oughtn't sign any documents that might be able to prove that you, the agency, and Mrs. Garret's fucking in-laws hired me to lay at Mrs. Garret's doorstep the murder of her husband.
IMiss Isringhausen
And further, Mr. Swearengen, that as to purchase of your allegiance, now in question, they might wish to keep the bidding open.
Bidding is open always on everyone, Miss Isringhausen. But I expect you understand, knowing as I do, should Mrs. Garret lose her claim, rather than operate it themselves, her cunt in-laws will sell to third-party cocksuckers inimical to the whole of my interests in this camp! To buy my allegiance against myself, in-law cunts and shit-heel operators would have to bid very high indeed.
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