- Francis Wolcott: Past hope. Past kindness or consideration. Past justice. Past satisfaction. Past warmth or cold or comfort. Past love. But past surprise? What an endlessly unfolding tedium life would then become.
- Trixie: I'm going in.
- E.B. Farnum: Then why am I in the first chair?
- Trixie: Anyone else suck his prick?
- Francis Wolcott: I don't want you to have seen me.
- Carrie: I don't care you killed her. She must have done something to you.
- Francis Wolcott: I mean something different. I don't want to have been seen.
- Carrie: Then you're fucking crazy. And you're gonna kill me in this fucking shithole. Do you know how to make it not hurt?
- [Carrie gets up to run away. Wolcott grabs her and slits her throat]
- Francis Wolcott: Now I could cut off my arm.
- Al Swearengen: I hope you're getting paid for the pussy. Don't put a price to it, you'll lose their respect.
- Trixie: He's teaching me accounts.
- Al Swearengen: That's all right then. Learnin' is like currency to them.
- Trixie: He stares in my eyes when he fucks me, longing-like.
- Al Swearengen: Jesus Christ!