Al Swearengen and E.B. Farnum in “Plague”

Al Swearengen

Woman lives in your fucking hotel, but you can't find pretext for pressing the offer on her claim?

E.B. Farnum

I can't outflank Trixie, Al. The whore guards that widow like a mother hen.

Al Swearengen

She's dosed her with opium, priming her for your approach.

E.B. Farnum

Be that as it may...

Al Swearengen

E.B., put that offer in your pocket, you knock on the widow's door.

E.B. Farnum

But Trixie'll answer.

Al Swearengen

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?

E.B. Farnum

[Mutters under his breath]

Al Swearengen

What?

E.B. Farnum

Nothing.

Al Swearengen

[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.