Who were you thinkin' about?

Can't miss you if you won't leave.

Pretty close to the end now, Raylan.

Every time I come down to Harlan, I feel like I’m watchin’ a Shakespeare play. Can’t keep the characters straight, plot is confusing as hell. Thing is, I can’t tell if it’s a comedy or a tragedy.

I was an Elmo fan. Somethin’ about the sunny personality. Kinda like yours, Raylan.

Probably not. Hey Raylan, who was your favorite Sesame Street character?

Art said: ‘Go help Raylan. I’m worried about him. He’s fragile as a twig, might get hurt.’

Don't know about you guys, but I wanted to see them break through that glass for each other.

How did I get stuck with you two?

Jesus, no thank you. I’d rather go on a vacation with Raylan. I’d rather tackle world peace. I’ll start with the Middle East.

I have a rifle, and I know how to use it.

Raylan can be fun, but it’s him and Art at the same time I haven’t got patience for. Throw in a few asshole feds, and I’m ready to apply at McDonald’s.

Why thanks, Raylan.

Wise words, chief. All this talk about boners and personal lives is makin' me hungry. Where's the food?

I'm sorry, is there a male genitalia rulebook that I missed? Havin' a conversation about my boner is better than you all tryin' to pry into my personal life.

And who knows, you might meet someone there who thinks the cowboy hat is cute. Maybe she'll like the old man jeans and the smell of bourbon and she'll appreciate seeing so little of you, which is probably for the best.

Yup. Is it working?

I'm tryin' to get Art to replace Raylan with Choo Choo.

Where's the phone…

I'm already in kind of a pissy mood, Raylan, so don't start.