Calamity Jane: Maybe I will have a fuckin' drink, just for sociability's sake, and 'cause I'm a fuckin' drunk.
Joanie Stubbs: Well, what's Your preference?
Calamity Jane: That it ain't been previously swallowed.
Calamity Jane: Did you just kill that girl in the Chez Amis?
Francis Wolcott: I did not. That girl in the Chez Amis is well.
Calamity Jane: So whose blood's on your own fucking mug?
Francis Wolcott: My own. My name is Francis Wolcott. If you find me untrue in any particular, I stay at the Grand Central Hotel.
Calamity Jane: Who runs that joint?
Francis Wolcott: A grotesque named Farnum.
Calamity Jane: You ain't lied, so far.