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: That's twice you've fucking stared at me! Francis Wolcott
: I feel you breathing on my neck. Charlie Utter
: Should I exhale out my ass? Francis Wolcott
: And I believe you're doing it intentionally. Charlie Utter
: Why? You think I believe you're a fucking cunt?
: If we fight, it won't be a casual matter. Charlie Utter
: Oh, I see you've got your big fucking knife there. And hid somewhere on your persons you've probably got some pussified shooting instrument. But I am good at first impressions, and you are a fucking cunt! And I doubt you've fought many men, maybe even one!
[Charlie grabs Wolcott and begins to beat him.
] Charlie Utter
: Take a beating. And know how it fucking feels to be helpless and have no one fucking stick up for you!
: How did the two of you get along? Calamity Jane
: Did I just fucking say I was moving in there? Charlie Utter
: Which being it's a fucking whorehouse could indicate some fucking business arrangement or some other fucking thing. Calamity Jane
: Yeah, I'm gonna be Queen Hooker. You're a keen fucking student of the human scene, Charlie!
: I'd best go, lest Mr. Amalgamation and capital takes one through the fucking head. Seth Bullock
: What's the import of that expression? Charlie Utter
: Do I look like I fuckin' know? Some big-shot eastern magazine reporter interviewin' Bill said that was what's changing things around.
: [of his immediate predecessor in his hotel room
] Fresh stain on the floor when I moved in. He may have checked out short a useful amount of blood. Brom Garret
: Wouldn't surprise me in the least. Charlie Utter
: That would make these accomplices you're talkin' about... dangerous people to deal with. Brom Garret
: Yes, I quite take your point. No honor among thieves.
] Brom Garret
: Well. Thanks for your time: I'll pursue my remedies in some other fashion.
] Wild Bill Hickok
: I don't think he took your point... quite. Charlie Utter
: I think he quite missed it.
: [about Jack Langrishe
] There... is a strange fuckin' bird.
: There's someone I need to go kill. Charlie Utter
: Wha? Who? Calamity Jane
: You are not my target, but keep bothering me and I'll add you to the list.
: This succeeds, Bullock, what you're trying to work out here, I will doff hat to you and no fucking mistake. Charlie Utter
: Just don't let her take off her boots.