Horse run trash like that over by accident, still ain't a white man on earth gonna stand up against roping us up, now is there?
John Brown would've.
“Advances, None Miraculous” · Season 2
In this episode: Al Swearengen (3), Sol Star (2), Francis Wolcott (1), A.W. Merrick (1), Samuel Fields (1), Trixie (1), Hugo Jarry (1), Hostetler (1)
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AIAlice Isringhausen
I can't trust that, Mr. Swearengen, being that it's not to your interests.
That applies to you most, fuckin' sittin' in that chair distracting my fuckin' thinking. If I have to come over there, I'll cut your fuckin' throat for you, pen yet put to paper or not.
And thus the uncharted journey continues.
Merrick, please. As we'll be more often in each other's company, when given to utterance of that type--consider drinking.
I am a sinner who does not expect forgiveness. But I am not a government official.
I do not, my friend Adams, take it up the ass... But I suspect those that do, do so because they consider they advance their own interests. Shall we not, like them, pursue our mutual gratification?
The cocksucker upstairs sends his retriever out to collect me with instructions I'm to wait 'till summoned.
I suppose then you should sit the fuck down.
And I come, too, and find you like you never left tihs place to learn your numbers.
Did you teaching me make me accountable for my whereabouts the rest of my fucking days?
If he wants me, he can fucking come find me.
Why not wait and find out what he wants?
Why don't you tell me yourself?
Because I don't know that, Mr. Star.
Other events have a claim to attention.
He knows about other events.
And ain't you his fucking lapdog, Trixie!?
I ain't nobody's fucking lapdog.
Hard to think, even, of you coming to learn numbers without its being to his purpose.
Any more to that fucking thought?
I'll have a fucking drink.
Before his present troubles and whilst you pursued your preferred activities, your partner Bullock joined in a campaign to which I hope you will now subscribe.
What do you mean my, "preferred activities"?
Oh, a reference to your people's penchatn for money-getting. A poor attempt at wit.
I don't find those funny.
I apologize.
If you want my help, don't insult me.
Oh, Jesus Christ, show me the secret grip that proves my regret and let's be about our fucking business.
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