From "Deadwood: Reconnoitering the Rim (#1.3)"
[talking to a dog digging at the ground
] He's down that hole for a fact. Pitiful as your pursued him... you better hope he ain't got space enough to roll around, hold his side, bust a gut laughing. Tell all the other woodchucks at the club this afternoon. He might not even call it an escape. Might just call it his morning's entertainment.