“E.B. Farnham: It's Hearst. Hearst: is he Caesar, to have fights to the death for diversion? Murder his workers at whim? Smash passages in the fucking wall? A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints.

Al Swearingen: We're in the presence of the new.

E.B.: Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al. Is it over for us here?”