[on Sol Star] He's a candidate for office. He can't whore-fuck no longer with impunity.
S3Tell 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.
Everyday takes figuring out all over again how to fucking live.
You see me empty, Sir, do not pause and inquire, simply assume and refill.
Bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a fucking affront. It puts me off my feed.
How do we know when you are off your feed?
You'll start to see me tearing things down. Speeches tonight are canceled. Unless the insult's cured by tomorrow, there'll be further tearing down. Fuck the fucking elections, and fuck the agreement with Yankton. Let the camp return to its former repute: unstable and unsafe for commerce.
I'm a great believer in those.
Oh, stability, Sir, and commerce? I can fucking imagine. Think of all they've helped you accomplish.
I drink what I'm able. If that comes to much, that's the day's affair and the liquor's.
Miss Stubbs holds what I'm doing for honest.
She no more needs a watchman than she does a fucking balloonist! And why should the young of this camp have to scurry past your man-toad figure to receive an education?
The time they come for schoolin', I'm in back and out of sight!
Exposin' them to being terrified only when they use the privy!
Go get your load on, Jane!
Do not instruct me how to spend my day! Or to itemize for you my crowded itinerary! [Pause] You tub of blubber and guts!
You must drink this.
AEAlma Ellsworth
I will not awaken that demon, Doctor.
This has nothing to do with demons, Mrs. Ellsworth. This has to do with allaying the pain to get you through. Leave the demons to God and trust the pain to me.
Quick prick-suck, Bullock? Sally fuckin' forth to meet the great man with unencumbered thoughts?
[To Richardson, who is worshipping antlers] Fucking pagan. Tell your God to ready for blood.
S3I Am Not the Fine Man You Take Me For
It was gunfire, and it came from your saloon.
Has not the press a duty, Merrick, qualifying its accounts in time of war?
Are we at war now here in the camp? Has that fact been suppressed as well? Absent formal declaration, Al, information which affects this community is not my prerogative to disseminate. To do so is my sacred responsibility.
Whores currently disseminating a dose, for example?
To inform within decency's limits. We've had this discussion before.
Citizens better die postulating than touch indecent ink.
Make a list of the infected whores and account for this morning's gunfire, and I'll publish it all.
I won't, fucking Merrick, because neither's to my fucking interests.
To labor without pleasure makes us our destiny's slaves.
To work for crumbs or to keep from the lash says maybe a slave's what you are.
Accepting your premise, Mr. Swearengen, I'll not name how you would benefit from the action I wish you to take, saying only instead it's my will. To which I will have you bend.
Puberty may bring you to understand what we take for mother-love is really murderous hatred and a desire for revenge.
I'm older, and I'm much less friendly to fuckin' change.
Change ain't lookin' for friends. Change calls the tune we dance to.
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