- Calamity Jane: I'll see to the buryin'
- [of Hostetler]
- Calamity Jane: with you. I owe a visit up there anyways.
- Samuel Fields: That ain't gonna raise your popularity with your fellow white people.
- Calamity Jane: Question I wake to in the morning and pass out with at night: "What's my popularity with my fellow white people?"
- Calamity Jane: I have been recently engaged in complicated negotiations with niggers, who equal any other creature walking upright at being able to fuck themselves up!
- E.B. Farnum: Hearst... is he Caesar? To have fights to the death for diversion, murder his workers at whim, smash passages in the fucking wall? A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints!
- Al Swearengen: We are in the presence of the new.
- E.B. Farnum: Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al... is it over for us here?
- Al Swearengen: Go back to the hotel, E.B.
- E.B. Farnum: Save us. Think of something!
- Al Swearengen: Have I ever not?
- Steve: We had been at odds but settled, Hostetler and me. He'd sold me his livery, and fixin' to move to Oregon, pickin' up his fuckin' shotgun, the negro stumbled and blew his black head off!
- [spits]
- Steve: ... And I fear no retribution; Not by my own god, or any other evil emissaries, dispatched from the bowels of the earth, by whatever bundle of... bloody, fuckin' feathers and housecat-teeth, the nigger race bows down to! My hands are fuckin' clean, and my heart is quiet...
- [notices a tall, well-dressed young black man riding into town]
- Steve: Oh, Christ...
- [drunkenly staggers away, looking nervous]