- Al Swearengen: Lie the fuck back, and listen. I need your truthful reply - lie, I will know it... and death will be no respite.
- E.B. Farnum: I told Hearst nothing of Bullock and the widow.
- Al Swearengen: I will profane your fucking remains, E.B.!
- E.B. Farnum: Not my remains, Al...
- Al Swearengen: Gabriel's trumpet will produce you from the ass of a pig.
- Trixie: You will be free to come and go through your own front fuckin' door, and as you lay in your beddy-bye, I'll pop from the wall like Grandma Groundhog in a story book and attend to your johnson, as he'd not see you jeopardize your mayor's campaign whore-fuckin' in your place of business. And I'll have installed in room 3-fuckin'-C or the like of Shaunessey's adjacent shitbox, that he's paid Shaunessey to cut a hole through to ease my fuckin' fuckin' you.
- Sol Star: Swearengen has?
- Trixie: Who the fuck was I just talking to?
- Sol Star: I don't know, you said you'd just gone to piss.
- Seth Bullock: You piece of shit.
- [Bullock grabs E.B. and throws him to the ground]
- E.B. Farnum: How have I given offence.
- [Bullock begins to beat E.B]
- E.B. Farnum: [to Richardson] Call the law.
- Al Swearengen: Anyway, tonight's speeches are fucking canceled. Nurse your fucking wounds.
- E.B. Farnum: Thank you.
- Al Swearengen: I do not mean here.
- Tom Nuttall: Tom to Harry: I got an idea. Instead of running for office and tending bar, why don't you just tend bar and let everybody punch you in the face?