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Al Swearengen
- Al Swearengen: [while Sol's on the ground, injured and immobile] Wave a penny under the Jew's nose; If they got livin' breath in 'em, it brings 'em right round...
- [Al, Dan, and Silas are on the Gem Saloon's balcony watching telegraph poles be erected in Deadwood]
- Al Swearengen: Messages from invisible sources, or what some people think of as progress.
- Dan Dority: Ain't the heathens used smoke signals all through recorded history?
- Al Swearengen: How's that a fucking recommendation?
- Dan Dority: Well, it seems to me like, you know, letters posted one person to another is just a slower version of the same idea.
- Al Swearengen: When's the last time you got a fucking letter from a stranger?
- Dan Dority: Bad news about Pa.
- Al Swearengen: Bad news! Or tries against our interests is our sole communications from strangers, so by all means, let's plant poles all across the country, festoon the cocksucker with wires to hurry the sorry word and blinker our judgments of motive, huh?
- Dan Dority: You've given it more thought than me.
- Al Swearengen: Ain't the state of things cloudy enough? Don't we face enough fucking imponderables?
- Dan Dority: Well, by God, you give the world, Al, and them poles will be kindling.