"Don't think I don't understand. I mean, what can any one of us ever really fucking hope for? Except for a moment here and there with a person who doesn't want to rob, steal, or murder us, at night, or mayhap at sunup, one person against the fucking wall, the other mayhap on the fucking bed, trusting each other enough to tell half the fucking truth. Everyone needs that, becomes precious to them. They don't want to see it fucked with."
The lines come courtesty of Ian McShane, in his absolutely outstanding rendering of Al Swearengen, proprietor of the Gem Saloon, in the black hills of Deadwood, South Dakota.
Seasons 1 and 2 are available at your local fucking movie store.
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