First off, I thank you for lookin' to the Livery.
You'll talk to me through you (Bullock) or you won't get any fuckin' response.
I'm grateful for the care you gave the animals.
Now, wait until he translates from ape!
S3Full Faith and Credit
I was answerable to the horse that trampled his boy, camp being stirred up. If I lingered to make my arrangements, I don't think I would have lived to catch that horse.
Ain't that the purest form of nigger logic. He runs! He blames the white man! And then he comes back, and he treats 'em like dirt. Hey, when I can I start working for you, you fuckin' monkey-ape! Why don't you start jumpin' up and down, and pounding your chest!
S3A Two-Headed Beast
[Hearst] makes of me and Tolliver a two-headed beast to savage what might be healthy borne out of the fucking election and gnaw its own privates off-hours. Plans keep coming to the cocksucker, that their final sum is this: but for what brings income to him, break what he can; what he can't, set those parts against themselves to weaken.
If it's gettin' to go wrong, Dan, you just drop flat.
What the fuck did you just say?
Drop flat if it's going wrong, and I'll blow his fucking head off
You do and it'll be the last goddamn thing you do on this fucking earth. Going wrong is not the end of fucking things, Johnny. Fuck no! I have come back from plenty of shit that looked like it was going wrong.
The bank's founder and president, Chief Officer as well, of air-headed smugness and headlong plunges unawares into the fucking abyss.
I don't understand.
You wouldn't. You're too fucking healthy-minded. You'll sit here waiting for me to materialize from a piece of fucking furniture and think the world is normal.
I wish you'd look in on Dan, boss. Not for being poorly as... down.
Johnny... some shit's best walked through alone.
Dan's killed people before. You have too. But neither've been solitary after
A fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out in their eyes. It's just you left, and death.
[to Tolliver] The Sheriff recently put me on notice. He is vigilant of my possible "transgressions."
BBullock
You sound drunk to me.
Whom are you addressing?
BBullock
You. You sound drunk.
Do I? [Bullock nods] Hm. When I say "Go fuck yourself," Sheriff, will you put that down to drunkenness or a high estimate of your athleticism?
BBullock
[growing angry] Did you just tell me, "Fuck myself?"
I think I did. And to shut up, or I will quiet you myself.
BBullock
You're under arrest.
[defiantly] Fuck you. And shut up, or I will shut you up for good.
[Bullock draws his gun on Hearst.]
BBullock
For threatening a Peace Officer, I'm taking you into custody.
Don't be stupid, Bullock...
BBullock
Don't YOU be fucking stupid!
[Bullock grabs Hearst by the ear and drags him out of the Bella Union. His rage seething, he snarls into Hearst's ear:]
BBullock
Fuck...you!
S3A Rich Find
EBE.B. Farnham
It's Hearst. Hearst: is he Caesar, to have fights to the death for diversion? Murder his workers at whim? Smash passages in the fucking wall? A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints.
We're in the presence of the new.
Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al. Is it over for us here?
One thing: if he knew it was coming, Bill [Hickock] was not shy of drawing first.
Seth locked up Hearst instead of that.
Oh, I get it.
What does that mean?
It means, Mr. Star, after leading him by the ear through camp for all to fucking see, Seth installs Hearst in a cell adjoining a man he's had killed, that the knife still protrudes out of his chest. And as much as me and Hearst conversed, I made him address my ass. So do let's don't pretend Hearst will feel he was treated legal or civilized, or that his business with us is finished. Hearst is fucking coming. Bringing us back to Bill and doing unto others first. Which ought maybe include a visit to Hearst's fucking diggings. And his muscle you fail to murder before they arouse? You bring to chase you to camp, Judas goat the cocksuckers, for Swearengen's men and Tolliver's to mow down from fucking ambush while we're up seeing to Hearst.
There'll be nothing left of the camp.
How much you figure will stand once Hearst had his fucking say?
This place displeases me. I'm taking measures to bring it down.
That they're armed and awake don't have to mean they're fucking hired.
Yeah, and when I feel a shit coming on I'll remember to drop my pants.
The obvious merits utterance. Character is fucking pertinent.
If I'm to go, I'd as soon get started before the darkness.
Going means the darkness is upon us.
Charlie Utter thinks it has to come to blood.
Charlie Utter's likely right.
And if it has to, that we should strike first.
Believe me, even now in the forest the blade would be between my teeth; me and you making our way stealthily forward. And as to us and him, if blood's what it finally comes to, 100 years from now the forest is what they'll find here. Dewy morning's lost its appeal for me. I prefer to wake indoors. Dan! You don't travel tonight! Need of canned peaches, Johnny. Let's collect the camp elders. Be baffled among friends, huh?
[Dan comes out to the bar groggy and starts drinking Johnny's coffee] You go on ahead and drink that, it's about my third damn cup. I'm Jangle-nerved already. Let me go on and get shaky-handed, pop my foot on the floor like I'm a-listen' to banjo music!
[Speaking of blacks] Puttin' a dead one's kidneys up his nose... however the fuck else they summon up their demons. Beat thigh bones on tin pans... shake, rattlin', and hop the fuck around!
Ain't meanin' to be here long, ain't looking to drink. All's I'm here for, Steve, is to talk to this here gentleman.
Go ahead and do somersaults or peel bananas with each other for all I give a fuck. Whole place has gone to shit anyhow.
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