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: I may have fucked up my life flatter'n hammered shit, but I stand here before you today beholden to no human cocksucker, and holdin' a workin' fuckin' gold claim, and not the U.S. government tellin' me I'm trespassin', or the savage fuckin' red man or any of these other limber-dick cocksuckers passin' themselves off as prospectors had better try and stop me.
: Goddammit, Swearengen, I don't trust you as far as I could th'ow you, but I enjoy the way you lie.
: Made my quota for whisky, pussy, and food. Further efforts'll only benefit the faro dealers.
: [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.
: Do you shoot craps? Ellsworth
: No, I don't - but I'm a lethally quick study.
: Evenin'. Alma Garret
: [through tears
] Good evening. Whitney Ellsworth
: For bein' gone, I notice I'm frequently back. I come to kiss her goodnight.
[referring to Sophia
] Alma Garret
: I tried to persuade her you'd done so last night. Whitney Ellsworth
: My beard always wakes her. Alma Garret
: She said so, feuding me. The thing I did that made you leave last night, the thing I was coming home to do again, I pray now to forgo forever. Whitney Ellsworth
: Not having me in this house is gonna improve your odds. Alma Garret
: I started using spirits at 17, Ellsworth, with no preminition we'd marry. Whitney Ellsworth
: My feelin's that bein' vessel of purpose is not your own, your eye was out for relief. But glimpsin' since how bein' your own vessel's preferable...let the pressure come off, you're liable to do alright. Alma Garret
: You are no pressure. Whitney Ellsworth
: My friendly hands'll always be out to both of ya.
[Alma takes his hand
] Whitney Ellsworth
: May I interrupt her sleep with this beard? Alma Garret
: She'd be so glad if you did.