Deadwood quotes
197 total quotesSilas Adams: Horsemen come to camp by torchlight last night.
Cy Tolliver: Tell Al as we didn't wake to the apocalypse, I suppose all we need fear is their Winchesters.
Cy Tolliver: Tell Al as we didn't wake to the apocalypse, I suppose all we need fear is their Winchesters.
Silas Adams: They believe you're the man to deal with. Yankton.
Al Swearengen: I am.
Silas Adams: It's just the magistrate looking to earn off that warrant. But no one else even knows it's out on you.
Al Swearengen: Maybe the magistrate needs to die.
Silas Adams: Maybe he does.
Al Swearengen: I am.
Silas Adams: It's just the magistrate looking to earn off that warrant. But no one else even knows it's out on you.
Al Swearengen: Maybe the magistrate needs to die.
Silas Adams: Maybe he does.
Sol Star: Guidance for me, before you turn to your numbers?
Trixie: Tread lightly, who lives in hope of pussy.
Trixie: Tread lightly, who lives in hope of pussy.
Sol Star: The cocksucker upstairs sends his retriever out to collect me with instructions I'm to wait 'till summoned.
Trixie: I suppose then you should sit the fuck down.
Sol Star: And I come, too, and find you like you never left tihs place to learn your numbers.
Trixie: Did you teaching me make me accountable for my whereabouts the rest of my fucking days?
Sol Star: If he wants me, he can fucking come find me.
Trixie: Why not wait and find out what he wants?
Sol Star: Why don't you tell me yourself?
Trixie: Because I don't know that, Mr. Star.
Sol Star: Other events have a claim to attention.
Trixie: He knows about other events.
Sol Star: And ain't you his fucking lapdog, Trixie!?
Trixie: I ain't nobody's fucking lapdog.
Sol Star: Hard to think, even, of you coming to learn numbers without its being to his purpose.
Trixie: Any more to that fucking thought?
Sol Star: I'll have a fucking drink.
Trixie: I suppose then you should sit the fuck down.
Sol Star: And I come, too, and find you like you never left tihs place to learn your numbers.
Trixie: Did you teaching me make me accountable for my whereabouts the rest of my fucking days?
Sol Star: If he wants me, he can fucking come find me.
Trixie: Why not wait and find out what he wants?
Sol Star: Why don't you tell me yourself?
Trixie: Because I don't know that, Mr. Star.
Sol Star: Other events have a claim to attention.
Trixie: He knows about other events.
Sol Star: And ain't you his fucking lapdog, Trixie!?
Trixie: I ain't nobody's fucking lapdog.
Sol Star: Hard to think, even, of you coming to learn numbers without its being to his purpose.
Trixie: Any more to that fucking thought?
Sol Star: I'll have a fucking drink.
Sol: If you keep it up, we're going to fight, and you'll have to work by yourself while I convalesce.
Swearengen: A full fair-mindedness requires us also to report that within the Gem, on Deadwood's main thoroughfare, comely whores, decently priced liquor and the squarest games of chance in the hills remain unabatedly available at all hours, seven days a week.
Tom Nuttall: Knowledge is overrated, William. Diligence is what's required in the service of a willing spirit.
Tom Nuttall: There's talk of an offer on my place.
Al Swearengen: How will you answer?
Tom Nuttall: I came to take counsel with you.
Al Swearengen: Drunk or sober is my question.
Tom Nuttall: Well, I have my wits about me, Al.
Al Swearengen: Maybe, then, you'll want a few more, huh?
Tom Nuttall: Don't talk to me in fucking riddles.
Al Swearengen: Drunk, Tom, for reasons not to do with business, you'll sell. If that's your decision, let me offer. Sober, you know sellin's stupid.
Al Swearengen: How will you answer?
Tom Nuttall: I came to take counsel with you.
Al Swearengen: Drunk or sober is my question.
Tom Nuttall: Well, I have my wits about me, Al.
Al Swearengen: Maybe, then, you'll want a few more, huh?
Tom Nuttall: Don't talk to me in fucking riddles.
Al Swearengen: Drunk, Tom, for reasons not to do with business, you'll sell. If that's your decision, let me offer. Sober, you know sellin's stupid.
Tom: My bicycle masters boardwalk and quagmire with aplomb. Those that doubt me, suck cock by choice.
Trixie: The bank's founder and president, Chief Officer as well, of air-headed smugness and headlong plunges unawares into the fucking abyss.
Sol Star: I don't understand.
Trixie: You wouldn't. You're too fucking healthy-minded. You'll sit here waiting for me to materialize from a piece of fucking furniture and think the world is normal.
Sol Star: I don't understand.
Trixie: You wouldn't. You're too fucking healthy-minded. You'll sit here waiting for me to materialize from a piece of fucking furniture and think the world is normal.
Wild Bill Hickock: [on prospecting] What slows me down is thinking about freezing my balls off in a creek for the cocksuckers I'd lose the gold to at poker.
Wild Bill Hickok: Some goddamn point a man's due to stop arguing with hisself and feeling twice the goddamn fool he knows he is 'cause he can't be something he tries to be every goddamn day without once getting to dinnertime and fucking it up. I don't want to fight it no more, understand me Charlie? -- and I don't need you pissing in my ear about it. Will you let me go to hell the way I want to?
Charlie Utter: Yeah. I can do that.
Charlie Utter: Yeah. I can do that.
Wild Bill Hickok: You know the sound of thunder, don't you, Mrs. Garrett?
Alma Garrett: Of course.
Wild Bill Hickok: Can you imagine that sound if I asked you to?
Alma Garrett: Yes I can, Mr. Hickok.
Wild Bill Hickok:' Your husband and me had this talk, and I told him to head home to avoid a dark result. But I didn't say it in thunder. Ma'am, listen to the thunder.
Alma Garrett: Of course.
Wild Bill Hickok: Can you imagine that sound if I asked you to?
Alma Garrett: Yes I can, Mr. Hickok.
Wild Bill Hickok:' Your husband and me had this talk, and I told him to head home to avoid a dark result. But I didn't say it in thunder. Ma'am, listen to the thunder.
Wolcott: I am a sinner who does not expect forgiveness. But I am not a government official.