Nucopardoca

Jimmy: So fuckin' sick, Mr. Swearengen. Chills, fever.

Al: Yeah, I hear it still in your chest.

Jimmy: Couple times, felt like turnin' my face to the fuckin' wall.

Al: Fuckin' pale you are, too.

Jimmy: Oh, is that so? Well, was it money they got or dope?

Al: All his fuckin' dope.

Jimmy: Uh-oh, so you didn't get your resupply?

Al: No.

Jimmy: Had you any laid by?

Al: No, sir. Uh-oh, hey, Jimmy?

Jimmy: It sounds like I'm in for a dry time. (sighs) Some more aches and pains comin' up for me. Uh, when Wu suppose he hear again from California? (Al shake his head) Can he even make himself understood to you? I'm that amazed how the fuck you and him can make yourselves understood anyway to each other. (chuckles)

Al: Jimmy, what become of the dope fiend faro dealer that I hired to apprise me of what transpired over at Tolliver's?

Jimmy: Uh, Leon?

Al: Leon, that's right.

Jimmy: Geez, he just disappeared, didn't he? Where the fuck has he got to?

Al: You've been wrong ever since you walked in here. You know that, Jimmy, don't you?

Jimmy: Well, like I said, sir, I feel like hell.

Al: Is that what I mean?

Jimmy: Well, what do you mean, Mr. Swearengen?

Al: You been lyin, Jimmy. (inhales audibly) Smell of cat's piss, in this room is so bad, I want to burn down the fuckin' building. (inhales & exhales audibly)

Jimmy: I'm nervous, sir. I'm always nervous around you.

Al: Nervousness don't cause that. Lyin' causes cat piss smell. (inhales & exhales audibly) I want to tear this entire fuckin' structure down, huh. I'll strangle you and throw you off the balcony, you stinkin' little cocksucker, if you don't hurry to tell me where and what's left of that fuckin' dope that you and that other fuckin' weasel have been slammin' into your dope fiend fuckin' veins during your fuckin' convalescence.

Jimmy: God, Mr. Swearengen'

(Al smacks Jimmy hard upside the head, knocks him to the ground)

Al: Jesus, what a fuckin' stink! Not to mention you kill a fucking chink courier and the headache over that I'm gonna have with fuckin' Wu if I ever get this fucking stench out of my fuckin' nostril.

Jimmy: I just shit myself, sir. I'm sayin' it now before the smell gets you..

Al: You shit yourself?

Jimmy: I'm sorry.

Al: Go ahead, throw yourself off the balcony.

Jimmy: I'm gonna crawl, sir. I shouldn't stand.

Al: Where's the fucking dope?

Jimmy: At Leon's, I'll show you exactly. I'll tell you everything. We were four days up in his room.

Al: Hurry the fuck up. Go on throw yourself, huh? And stay in the fuckin' muck until I'm down there.

Jimmy: I just got a splinter the length of my arm in my fuckin' palm. It's alright.

Al: Go. Go, Jimmy, come on. Come on, get your shit-smeared ass off my balcony. Go, go, go!

(Jimmy climbs over the balcony railing and falls into the muck.)

Jimmy: Ugh! I hurt my arm. But I'm okay.

Al: (points at Jimmy) You fuckin' lie there now.