Al Swearengen and E.B. Farnum in “Tell Your God to Ready For Blood”

I need your truthful reply. Lie, I will know it, and death will be no respite.

I told Hearst nothing of Bullock and the Widow.

I will profane your fucking remains, E.B.

Not my remains, Al.

Gabriel's Trumpet will produce you from the ass of a pig.

You told me not to tell him, and I didn't.

I believe you.

My pain is such that gives me no solace.

Well try not to blame Bullock for presuming it was you considering your fucking history. Anyways, tonight's speeches are fucking canceled. Nurse your fucking wounds.

Thank you.

I do not mean here.