«What's he ever done for me? Except let me terrify him every goddamned day of his life 'til the idea of bowel regularity is a forlorn fuckin' hope.»
«E.B.: Anything the mayor should know?
Al Swearengen: The name of another tailor.»
«Al Swearengen: As damp as your hands are, why do you continuously lick your fuckin’ thumb?
E.B.: Habit, I suppose.
Al Swearengen: Could you learn the habit of lickin’ a fuckin’ stump?»
«Al, if you're not dead and already moldering, I send news to revive you. A fish to rival the fabled Leviathan has swum into our waters. Get well soon, and we'll land the cocksucker together. Your friend, E.B.»
E. B. Farnum no seu melhor... Ou aqui.
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