- Al Swearengen: Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back.
- Francis Wolcott: 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!
- E.B. Farnum: And if she pries and pokes and prods me to elicit your intentions?
- Al Swearengen: Tell her I wouldn't say.
- E.B. Farnum: And if she asks me why you wouldn't?
- Al Swearengen: Say you're a pain in my balls that can't desist from inquiry till told to shut his fucking mouth and act on the task he was asked to fucking do!
- E.B. Farnum: Yes sir. Fine, thank you.
- Charlie Utter: 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?
- E.B. Farnum: The bald contempt of it! Why not come out five abreast cavorting and taunting 'E.B. was left out! E.B. was left out!'? Cocksuckers! Cuntlickers! Make your filthy gestures. Public service was never my primary career... Two come this way!
- Al Swearengen: What do you know of the fisticuffs?
- E.B. Farnum: Amongst who?
- Johnny Burns: Utter and that fella you was sitting with downstairs the other day.
- E.B. Farnum: Wolcott? Just now, when I was leaving the hotel, Wolcitt had accidentally stepped on Utter's foot.
- Johnny Burns: If Utter's got corns, that might could have touched it off.