"… you’re doin’ that thing."
"Where I actually walk ‘way from you?"
"knowin’ that you might just have to grate off a couple layers of dead skin ‘fore you realize I ain’t your enemy here, or that maybe she ain’t either."
”… — go ‘head and get it all out. All the things you wanna say. I won’t even threaten your face for it either. I’m nice like that.”
"You know, my mamma use to say that there’d come a day when you’d meet the devil. Knockin’ with his pale hand on that there door- And you know what? You’d let him in, cause down here in the Hallows we polite like that, it’s your duty even if you know he’s come to raise the worsts of the world upon the livin."
"… like I said, that ain’t gonna happen. This isn’t fallin’ on you ‘cause you’re gonna set a couple seeds ‘round like you said n’ I’ll keep the others off your back about this for a bit ‘til that’s done. Everybody goes home happy."
"-happiness all ‘round."
It alarmed him how the thought of that made his chest hurt. Suddenly, the picture folded in the inside pocket of his overcoat felt as though it weighed sufficiently more.
"… shut up, you dumbass. That ain’t gonna happen."
"We just treatin’ the symptoms here Raylan."
"-and all I ask is either you get ready for a lifetime commitment of knowin’ you won’t ever be able to cure the situation or move the illness on out ‘way from the people that matter."
"… really — ? I’m here ‘cause this’ll get pinned on you if the direction of their eyes don’t get guided elsewhere. Maybe, just maybe, I think you don’t need that kinda bullshit right now. But, hey, the hell do I know, right — ? You wanna deal with that on your own — ? Fine.”
"Maybe I thought you were an honest man Raylan. I get put ‘way real long and good. Maybe even get the needle if there’s enough infringement smeared across my files in a sick vendetta."
"How excitin’ is that? Promise me one thing Raylan Givens; when I’m sitting in that chair ridin’ the rap of an outsider with the right ‘mount of sway look me in the eye and tell me she was worth my life in exchange."
"I had a demon ridin’ ‘round in my skin n’ it did somethin’… bad behind that church. She went there to try to fix it, but it didn’t pan out like she thought. That the goddamn answer you’re lookin’ for — ? Christ. Quit makin’ it sound like this shit happened on purpose.”
"-and what about the next time? You gonna come back to me? Ask for tips’ n tricks so you don’t get no more dirt on that four pointed star of yours?"
"What’s it matter, Boyd — ?"
"Where the hell you go Raylan?"
"Where you don’t see the smoke rising from dry tinder just past the fault-lines? Fires that’s gonna abolish my home —Your home 'fore all is said in done. I know where I come from Raylan and if this place don’t matter to you no more how ‘bout you do the goodly thing and spare us this land you so readily relinquish.”
"… the whole thing got initiated ‘cause of me."
"and the whole affair of you walking round my bar with those tombstone eyes as if you’ve seen the judgment from below the celestial line? You initiate that too? Or we now just talkin’ in hypotheticals?"