Oh hey, Raylan. Welcome back. Where's the tan, pendejo?

That honor would belong to Raylan.

It's a painful truth.

Man with a gun, Raylan. Approach with caution.

I could defend your honor if you'd like that, Raylan.

Raylan the Bumpkin. Catchy.

Are we done here?

I said nicer. Wait till you meet her. You'll want to catch it from her personally.

And it's any of your business? If you're nicer to me, maybe after I see her tomorrow, I'll share whatever I get from her.

And if it's any of your business? If you're nicer to me, maybe after I see her tomorrow, I'll share whatever I get from her.

First time I met Patty, I had blood on my shirt and I was packin' my sidearm and my backups. I think I made quite the impression. I had a different plan, but some asshole wanted to pick a fight.

Where'd you hear that? You and Raylan, that all you do? Gossip?

Don't. There's nothing to say. Wouldn't have let it go down any different.

I do try, Raylan. I do try.

A blast. Now, you take the suspect and I reckon I can make it back to Harlan in one piece.

Thanks, Raylan. I got him.

You get an E for effort, trying to cheer me up and all, but he's still shootin' at us. Sooner we get him, sooner we go back to Harlan. If it's another box trip, though, I might just shoot myself.

Some of us learned how to shoot with both hands.

He'd tell you to stop pesterin' me. I'm fine.

You need to rewire that brain of yours.