Rutherford: Right to vote shall not be abridged or denied... [drinks]... on account of race or color or condition of previous servitude. 15th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, ratified 1870, law of the land thereafter, including territories.
A Pinkerton: They got something about niggers not waiting their turn?
Rutherford: Not that I'm aware of.
A Pinkerton: Oh, you ain't aware of it? Then I guess you'll want this white man voting first?
Fields: What's a few minutes more?
Charlie Utter: The nigger was before him.
A Pinkerton: No he wasn't.
Charlie Utter: I guess you're blind and stupid.
Fields: I believe I'll vote later.
Charlie Utter: Fuck if you will. Get your nigger ass back in line.
A Pinkerton: [to Fields] You'd better be walking him home afterwards. [pulls on his collar and gags]
Charlie Utter: You'd better see to that yourself, ��cause if he don't make it, you'll be eating your spuds runnin' till I hunt you the fuck down.

Samuel Fields: Cause I'm a nigger, Doc, that don't care what stands or falls.
Doc Cochran: Hostetler was too.
Samuel Fields: Hostetler was taller than me.

Samuel Fields: [talking to a horse before he and Hostetler castrate it] Now, if you want to take it out on someone, remember it was very dark-skinned white folks that cut on you. They just sounded like niggers to throw you off.

Seth Bullock: I've had a wire... says your statement is true, far as having worked as a lawman. Not asking why you put the work aside, I'll say only some that do find themselves ready and uniquely able to work the other side of the street. Some do that. I took the badge off myself once; without losing my impulse to beat on certain types.
Wyatt Earp: Though, that seems never to go.

Seth Bullock: Cold enough world without gettin' gone against by your own.

Seth Bullock: I'll be the fucking sheriff.
Al Swearengen: Startin' when?
Seth Bullock: Startin' now.

Seth Bullock: Jack McCall!
Jack McCall: [With his back to Bullock] I'm done, I don't wanna play no more.
Seth Bullock: [Speaking to others] Bein' a loud-mouthed cunt I guess sometime since he's been here this fella who �don't wanna play no more�� probably spoke of killin' Wild Bill Hickok�� well, we're Bill Hickok's friends. [Everyone scrambles out of the room]
Seth Bullock: I'm Seth Bullock.
Charlie Utter: and I'm Charlie Utter
Seth Bullock: And if you got your head blown off, sitting here with your back turned, that'd be as fair a play as you gave him.

Seth Bullock: Maybe you're mistrusted less as a killer than showin' your cards a corner at a time.

Seth Bullock: Swearengen said the county commissioners are all from Yankton.
Sol Star: When was this?
Seth Bullock: Just before we hit the mud. It's wrong the hills get no representation.
Sol Star: Even in an Eden like this, wrongs sometimes occur.

Seth Bullock: That man is a lunatic. High water he never made much sense, but now? He just utters pure gibberish.
Sol Star: Did he look pale to you?
Seth Bullock: What?
Sol Star: Did he seem pale?
Seth Bullock: How the fuck do I know if he was pale?
Sol Star: Ah, he looked pale to me.
Seth Bullock: What if he was? Let's say he was. Will you shut up about it? What is my part, and your part? *mocking* "What part of my part is your part? Is my foot your knee? What about your ear?" What the fuck is that?

Seth Bullock: We got chamber pots to sell ya. And if you don't know what one of those is, the man livin' next to you will appreciate your findin' out.

Seth Bullock: Will I find you have a knife on you?
Al Swearengen: I won't need no fuckin' knife.

Seth Bullock: You and I know how it is, Mr. Swearengen.
Al Swearengen: How what is?
Seth Bullock: She gets a square shake, or I come for you.
Al Swearengen: What if I come for you, you ready for that?
Seth Bullock: I guess I better be.
Al Swearengen: Then close your fucking store because being ready for me will take care of your waking hours and you better have someone to hand the task off to when you close your fucking eyes.

Seth: Charlie Utter thinks it has to come to blood.
Al: Charlie Utter's likely right.
Seth: And if it has to, that we should strike first.
Al: Believe me, even now in the forest the blade would be between my teeth; me and you making our way stealthily forward. And as to us and him, if blood's what it finally comes to, 100 years from now the forest is what they'll find here. Dewy morning's lost its appeal for me. I prefer to wake indoors. Dan! You don't travel tonight! Need of canned peaches, Johnny. Let's collect the camp elders. Be baffled among friends, huh?

Shaughnessy: I'll not have vile affections, or uncleaness, on these premises. Find my specific meaning at Romans 1:24-6.
Calamity Jane: [drawing over Shaughnessy's biblical quote placard] Fuck yourself, with a fist-punch up your ass, today at the present moment! [punches Shaughnessy in the gut]