Still can't quit thinking about Deadwood, so here, from the HBO website, are some of the "Best Lines" of Season Two, one from each episode. If this ain't modern-day Shakespeare, I don't know what is.
Swearengen: "Bad news or tries against our interests is our sole communications from strangers, so let's by all means plant poles across the land and festoon the cocksuckers with wires to hurry the sorry word and blinker our judgments of motive."
Dority: "Say the word, them fucking poles are kindling."
Al Swearengen: "Whatever lurks ahead of grievous abominations and disorder, you and me walk into it together like always."
E.B. Farnum: "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."
Alma Garret: "Miss Isringhausen, Cotton Mather would have found hard and joyless the standards you so resolutely apply to me, and Sofia, and of course to yourself."
Samuel Fields: "This is the epaulette of a union army general."
Calamity Jane: "This is the ass of a drunken shitbird. Finish this with me, if you can sit beside someone and not stink or fart."
Samuel Fields: "I will cut the odd fart but they've never stunk."
Sol: "If you keep this up we're going to fight, and you'll have to work by yourself while I convalesce."
Swearengen: "The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more fucking punishment in store."
Swearengen: "Our moment permits interest in one question only: Will we, of Deadwood, be more than just targets for ass-fucking?"
Swearengen: "Dan, don't you agree that truth, if only a pinch, must season every falsehood, or else the palate fucking rebels?"
Wolcott: "I am a sinner who does not expect forgiveness. But I am not a government official."
Trixie: "Few choices as there are ours to make, others should stay the fuck out of the process."
Farnum: "Allow me a moment of silence, Mr. Hearst. I am having a digestive crisis, and must focus on the suppression of its expression."