Deadwood Quotes

You see a finish to that? (A finish to the drink)

Does that give you the vapors? (the chills/scared

The goose looking guy in the shiny suit

Thanks for stepping in on the right side of justice you deaf, dumb bastard!

That claim needs to pinch out. 

Did the hand look happy to be riding back out with Hickok?

Drinks on the house pussy is half priced for the next 15 minutes (to grieve the death of a family killed by Indians).

You got a dark turn of mind

I see as much misery outta them movin to justify their selves as them that set out to do harm. 

Don’t trumpet my intentions. You herd me like a damn steer 

I heard you’re not a man I want mistakin my intentions. 

What business is that of his? You mean what business of mine is that?

Just when I need to keep my head clear, you give me these bags of shit to hold. 

Put your iron away now Tom

Oh what’s your time of the month huh (doctor screaming at swerigen)

I thought you had his proxy? (His word)

See you got trixie all distressed and she wanted to give you a ride. 

Lapse of cowardice and momentary fear. 

You half blind ain’t ya? Sometimes it’s a fucking blessing. 

Do you have a doubt or misgiving?

Resurrection of the flesh

Some boys when get near a cliff can’t help to jump off it

No rest for the wicked

Can’t you follow any fucking simple instruction?

In the last few days, I’ve been locked in my room weeping searching my memories as to where my path might’ve crossed yours previous. And as to how you might’ve given offense. 

Her husband came here with childish ideas. Bought himself a gold claim with me an honest broker. Claim pinches out, which will happen. But he can’t take that like a man, has to blame somebody. Sellers left camp so he picks on me. Says he’ll bring the Pinkertons if I don’t offer restitution. And I do not need the pinkertons descending like locusts. So I bend over for the tenderfoot cocksucker. Reconnoiter your claim fully, I say. And then if your still unhappy I will give you your fuckin money back. Up jumps the widow in righteous indignition. My vision of locusts return. 

Pour me a drink and ask me the key to a long life. 

Same as a dog who keeps his nose. Don’t poke it where it don’t belong. A lesson hard to come by but throughly learned. That’s my whole philosophy and outlook. Make use of it as you will. 

That idiot couldn’t hold his ear. 

We don’t get to choose the world we live in. 

That’s using your old noggin, Al. Get yourself some relief. Let the world do it’s own spinnin’

Your deepest purposes proved there’s good on the woman’s claim. You might as well have shouted it from the rooftops. Thorough as I fleeced the fool she married, I will fleece his widow too. Bowel regularity is a full on fucking hope. 

Quagmire of piss and bullshit

Or should I say my fellow authors

I’d rather reach for the moon than pondering a whores mind

If you got your head blown off with your back turned that’d be as fair played as you played him

Lazarus has arisen!

I ain’t pissed off, I am in fucking wonderment

What the fuck is that? He’s alright

Come drink with your vanquished foe

You can help your delicate sensibilities by turning the fuck away

Come to me in a vision 

I’m a purveyor of spirits, cy, and when chance affords a thief but I ain’t no fuckin hypocrite 

Write yourself a note, and hang it over your one good fucking eye. Stay out of Al Swearengen’s joint. 

Kick up he’s leg like a four bit strump

I don’t answer to the state of peoples spirit

First do no harm

I’m long past judgment Mr. Bullock, and I’ve learned that no matter what people say or how civil they seem, their passions rule. 

If I offended you that was the opposite of my intention. Which would not be a an unprecedented result. 

If we didn’t hate them too much to be curious about the world we’d wonder what they’d had to say. 

The only time your suppose to open your yap is so I can put my fuckin prick in it. Otherwise you shut the fuck up

Woah woah you got a stagecoach to catch huh? Slow the fuck up. 

Should we roll the bones again?

Announcing your plans, that’s a good way to hear God laugh. 

S2

Being that you are the bearer of bad news why don’t you step inside?

Messages from invisible sources

By all means let’s plant poles all across the country, festoon the cocksucer with wires to hurry the sorry word and blinker our judgments of motive, huh? 

Luck didn’t jump earlier did it huh Bullock? Might have found you mid-thirst at other business. 

What’s that? Taken by a vision? 

Age impedes my stream, no fucking fear of you. 

It’s all like some great Greek battle

No clarity to his look or focus

Looks a little small lila, but I guess you girls are used to making the best of that. 

Don’t believe there are good women, until you see the magget in her eyes. 

Bet the wheel before you leave, you are on a lucky run.

I didn’t linger for the song of the bedstead

He just 12 pointed slippery Dan

Remember the reverends half cocked eye face, as though he was a victim of a lightning stroke 

Mother! It’s the ocean!

You took no more advantage of me, Silas, than the Samaritan did the traveler from Jerusalem. 

My defects of character 

I won’t fall short of force

Answering you in that tone, will have you collecting a broken jaw. 

Temper loosened my tongue

Bedridden I know more than you

Fuck you fuck the institution and fuck the future! You cannot fuck the future, sir. The future fucks you. 

The mob is an ungodly creature sheriff. 

If tactically disadvantaged exactly as before in strength!

Pursued a relic like me. 

Let’s not appear as fucking triplets.

Do not fucking fault them, for your own fucking fears of tumbling to something new. 

Finally maturing to what makes the worlds tail wag

Are you a cunt near manic? Or a stalwart guided by principle? The many cannot tell for you yourself are so fucking confused. 

Showing your cards at a corner at a time.

Mute like Monks

Lost on wanting to keep on. 

Sovereign against instrumental remorse.

I come to know the truth of our actions only in the protractions of time. 

Even swayed at last by my manly composure, you sign in a false hand. 

You talk like you take it up the ass. I do not my friend Adams, take it up the ass. Don’t call me your fucking friend!

I suspect those that do consider that they advance their own interests. Like them, shall we not pursue that which gratifies us mutually? 

I’ve got pride I just know when to fucking swallow it. 

Wonder how that boy is doing, 

Ain’t my department. 

The smell of burning whores will not offend his nose.

Don’t lie to me, Davey, or that breath you’re holding is the last you draw. 

Quit a job before you fall asleep on it.

What if the earth talks to us.

Wu! America! That’ll hold you tight to her tit. 

S3

Like the moth to the fucking flame

Do not instruct me on how to spend me my day

You tub of blabur and guts

As you lay in your beddy-bye I’ll pop from the wall like grandma groundhog in a storybook and attend to your Johnson 

What am I lord, that I am so helpless

Color is my only passion

Leave the demons to god trust the pain to me

My pain is such that that gives me no solace

Fucking Pagan, tell your God to Ready for Blood. 

What brings a gun to the temple is lack of gainful occupation and of being useful to others! 

You owning a print press proves only you’ve an interest in the truth. Meaning up to a fucking point. Slightly more than us others maybe. Short of shouldering of a sacred burden. Unless the gift of a print press was a gift of an angel and I’d want to be there for that handoff myself. 

You can’t think your way to right action,

You have to act your way to right thinking.

A expect the fella behind is to study my guts

This is a grip am I used too

Shaking his jowls like a bulldog

Guess we can live without them their birds then

I have learned through time Mr. Tolliver, as repeatedly seem to forget, that whatever temporary comfort relieving my displeasure brings me, my long-term suffer. My proper traffic is with the Earth. In my dealings with people, have to do with whites who obey me like dogs. 

If he hadn’t meant me to wag it, sir, why would the lord give me a tail? 

Put a hole in that wall before putting it to my hand. 

I’ve no ducking ambition past reading to my fucking favor, and cumming once a day. 

It’s a wise man that knows there own limits now go ahead out there son and continue doing wrong. 

In the one you left in its socket. 

Not quick, but she does seem full of purpose. 

I am a creature of habit and routine

Gold is every man’s opportunity. Because every defect in a man, and in others way of taking him our agreement that gold has value gives us power to rise above. 

Gold confers power

Our species hope. 

Take this place down like Gomorrah 

How are you occupying yourself?

I imagine the pool that spawned you, I am filling it with rocks to shut your gills to prevent you from taking in air. 

Open the place back up, tell the whores if their legs ain’t in the air, they’d better be off their asses!

Fuck yourself with a fist punch up your ass at the present moment

My imagination resists the approach.

You will not mistake the newspaper man he looks like a big turtle.

Let him fuck your ass he may raise your wage a quarter. You already may be to loose. 

You are my Socrates to my Alcibiades, taking it upon yourself to edify me. 

Slainte

Sound like a pig my cousin run off with. 

Not to jeopardize the tranquility of your own hearth. 

Be quick then, please

Phantoms grin out at me.

Fear is every man’s portion

Comprehending such a language can result in a loss of sympathy and kindness