- Al Swearengen: Tuesdays, he'll often hold Amateur Nights. I been to several. Guy farted it seems near an hour.
- Johnny Burns: Don't sound like no amateur.
- Cy Tolliver: I hope you'll take it as measure of my keenness, sir, and curiosity.
- George Hearst: Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Tolliver, you wish to know your duties in my service.
- Cy Tolliver: Well, I make my way through the muck to learn the details.
- George Hearst: Your duties will be to answer like a dog when I call.
- Cy Tolliver: [slightly taken aback] Like a dog.
- George Hearst: Complications of intention on your part in dealings with me, or duplicity, or indirection - behavior, in short, which displeases me - will bring you a smack on the snout.
- Cy Tolliver: Ouch.
- George Hearst: When administered by a practiced hand, such a blow can be more painful and grievous even than your... recent sufferings.
- Cy Tolliver: I don't doubt the hand would be practiced.
- George Hearst: Mr. Swearengen recently discovered as much.
- Cy Tolliver: I gather it cost him a finger.
- George Hearst: But I should say too that, in these rooms just this afternoon, such displeasure brought me near to murdering the sheriff and... raping Mrs. Ellsworth. I have learned through time, Mr. Tolliver, and as repeatedly seem to forget, that whatever temporary comfort relieving my displeasure brings me, my long-term interests suffer. My proper traffic is with the earth. In my dealings with... people, I ought solely have to do with niggers. And whites who obey me like dogs.
- Cy Tolliver: If he hadn't meant me to wag it, sir, why would the Lord give me a tail?
- Al Swearengen: You're looking fuckin' well, Jack.
- Jack Langrishe: It's the learning fuckin' nothing, Al, that keeps me young.
- Al Swearengen: Ever wonder if you expressed yourself more directly Merrick, you might fucking weigh less?
- Doc Cochran: I'm concerned that her mood seems labile.
- Trixie: Does that mean she's talking through her cunt?
- Cy Tolliver: Please. State your business.
- George Hearst: Your letter from Mr. Wolcott, naming me as having knowledge of his misdeeds.
- Cy Tolliver: A letter I mentioned to you, yes, in a conversation I regret.
- George Hearst: Five percent of my holdings I recall as your demand, or you would circulate the letter's contents.
- Cy Tolliver: Exactly what I regret and now find reprehensible, and why I thank God that you take a new look at me.
- George Hearst: To this point, Mr. Tolliver, you make no materially different impression. Still lying, still bullshitting.
- Cy Tolliver: I hope I'm not, sir, but I, I can certainly understand why that would be your material second impression.
- George Hearst: Shall I show you the letter from Mr. Wolcott that I have in my possession?
- Cy Tolliver: That's not necessary from my point of view. You tell me you've got it, I believe you.
- [Hearst pulls the letter out of his coat pocket]
- George Hearst: Here it is. Will you compare it to your letter? Verify its authenticity?
- Cy Tolliver: That's not necessary.
- George Hearst: Shall I read to you certain pertinent sections on Wolcott's assay of your nature and likely behavior after his death? His detailing your complicitous participation in the aftermath of his crimes? Disposing of the bodies and so forth? You have no letter from Wolcott, Mr. Tolliver.
- Cy Tolliver: [sighing] Let's say that's the case.
- George Hearst: I just did. Let's hear YOU say it.
- Cy Tolliver: I have no letter from Mr. Wolcott.
- George Hearst: Never did.
- Cy Tolliver: I never did have one.
- George Hearst: You're a lying, blackmailing sack of shit.
- Cy Tolliver: What do you want?
- George Hearst: I want you to go to work for me.
- [Seth walks into the Gem as Al, Dan, and Johnny discuss the arrival of Jack Langrishe]
- Al Swearengen: Bullock.
- Seth Bullock: Tell that Chinaman when I want admission to his meat locker, it behooves him to fuckin' cooperate.
- Al Swearengen: What did he do instead?
- Seth Bullock: Said, "Swejen," and barred my way.
- Al Swearengen: Had you eyes to select your own cut?
- Seth Bullock: Are you gonna fuck with me? I had eyes for the Cornishman killed in here last week. I explained it to him, and he goddamn understood me.
- Dan Dority: Did he mosey over to a corner, lift up a fuckin' tarp?
- Seth Bullock: Yeah, he went to the tarp.
- Al Swearengen: That's what the croaker was under.
- Johnny Burns: That's our nook in Wu's structure.
- [Al motions to Johnny, who grabs a shot glass and slides it down the bar. Al pours himself and Seth a drink]
- Al Swearengen: Why Wu delayed cooperatin', he hadn't known the croaker was under there. His stupid suit so overcome me, it slipped my mind to tell him.
- Seth Bullock: I want that body.
- Al Swearengen: I'll see Wu hands it over.
- [Seth drinks his shot]
- Seth Bullock: Hearst just had another Cornish killed at his diggings for tryin' to organize. They're callin' that one an accident.
- Al Swearengen: What makes you think any good'll come of confrontin' Hearst now?
- Seth Bullock: Now is when he's killin' people.
- Al Swearengen: What, you feel he'll leave off soon?
- Seth Bullock: Tactics and timin' ain't the issue.
- Al Swearengen: The hell you say.
- [brief pause, as Al drinks his shot while looking straight at Seth]
- Seth Bullock: If his pigs get that body, Wu is their next fuckin' meal. You make him understand.