Raylan: You're a stone cold bad ass boy.
Kendall: Yeah, but forty years?
Raylan: Here, let me get those (cuffs) off - make it easier for you to drink your cocoa.
Raylan: No small thing, takin' a life.
Darryl: That car don't look too good for sleepin' though.
Tim: You know, my second tour in Afghanistan, me and my spotter spent four days on a freezin' mountain, just watchin' this village where someone thought this Mustafa Mohammed Fahid might be hidin'. So I appreciate your concern, but this here, this may as well be a slow night in the champagne room for how comfortably erect I'm gonna be watchin' your bitch ass squirm about.
Wendy: Heroin ain't workin' out. Neither is the whorehouse.
Tim: Good guys don't need to shoot people with their hands cuffed, Crowder.
Raylan: Didn't I tell you you were gonna wish I'd killed ya? Well. Doncha?
Edited by VoiceofJoy, Apr 8, 2014 @ 11:10 PM.