You may be right there, Art, but I’ll still miss Raylan. Wherever he’s headed next.

Typical guy. Thinks he can run the world from a couch in front of the TV.

Hey Tim, since you’re so efficient, maybe I should let you take over Harlan.

It's what you signed up for. It's the consequence for getting to legally shoot people. The job cuts you and bleeds into your personal life, and your personal life bleeds back into the job.

Tim's just a little tense these days, that's all. His new role as "lovable subordinate" isn't sittin' right with him. Remember, Tim, I'm in charge now. I say what I want.

Sorry to interrupt this love triangle, but Raylan and Tim, you should both be on your way. And Art, you need to go home and rest. That's my desk now.

Raylan is a big boy, Tim. He doesn't need defending.

As long as it's not contagious.

So you did go out with her.

Only about you. Everyone else is on the other side of the room.

Oh, I'm sure you will. No thank you.

Hey. I brought lunch. And Tim—

He's gonna hate that. You really think he needs a babysitter?

Separate boxes, remember? That's what you wanted.

I'll get the boxes.

Since when are you an expert on relationships?

@avclub-0969cc92581148eb5f98f23e4f9e17c6:disqus Put you in a box? Don't think that's regulation. I can ask Art.

Yeah. I don't know what we're going to do with you and Tim, Raylan. I really don't know.

Tim's a volcano. He's steady as a mountain until his insides shift the wrong way and ruptures and he blows up and… he's been working a lot lately, Raylan, in case you haven't noticed.