Justified, Season 3

Boyd Crowder:
Raylan, if a book could only be judged by its cover, you'd be a best seller.

Raylan Givens:
Boyd, I've been to Mexico, I don't think you'd like it.

Boyd Crowder:
How so?

Raylan Givens:
There's a lot of Mexicans.

Wynn Duffy:
As a matter of fact, as I recall, last time we met, you told me the next conversation we had "wasn't gonna be a conversation".

Raylan Givens:
This is a different conversation.

Wynn Duffy:
Raylan, I am so sorry. I would love to be of more help, but I gotta get back to watching women's tennis.

Fletcher Nix:
I like your hat. There much call for cowboys these days?

Raylan Givens:
You would be surprised.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, now, Raylan, you're talking to a man who's sleeping with his dead brother's widow and murderess, so if you're looking for someone to cast stones at you on this matter, I ink you've picked the wrong sinner.

Raylan Givens:
When did ya get married?

Karen Goodall:
Two months before I got divorced.

Raylan Givens:
These boots aren't made for running.

Art Mullan:
And yet chasing fugitives is a marshal's primary function.

Glen Fogle:
Pull it again.

JT:
That's not how Russian Roulette works.

Glen Fogle:
You're not playing Russian Roulette dumb shit, you're playing Harlan Roulette.

Glen Fogle:
[after JT survives Fogle's game of 'Harlan Roulette'] Maybe it's just your lucky day, son. [Fogle keeps pulling the trigger until he shoots JT] Or maybe not.

Glen Fogle:
[about Raylan] You like old friends or something?

Wade Messer:
Well, I-I set him up for Dickie Bennett, strung him up in a tree. I don't know, is that a friend?

Wade Messer:
We're old friends, aren't we?

Raylan Givens:
Friends? You strung me up, and left me for dead.

Wade Messer:
I thought that was water under the bridge.

Boyd:
[as Raylan arrives] ...the time is coming, but we don't have to put a pin in it for now since I am sensing a disturbance in the force.

Raylan:
You know what they say, getting old ain't for pussies.

Raylan:
[while interrogating Lance] Let's see if I got this right. You managed to get bushwacked by an imbecile and an undernourished half-cripple?

Boyd Crowder:
Devil, knowing me the way that you do, whatever led you in your imagination to believe that you could pull this off? [Johnny aims his gun at Devil]

Boyd Crowder:
[to a dying Devil] I know how much it hurts. I've been right where you are, laid out on the ground and holding my chest, looking up at the ceiling, trying to find my breath. Devil, I was lucky I made it back. Son, you ain't gonna make it back.

Ava Crowder:
You regret killing him?

Boyd Crowder:
I regret that he made it necessary.

Boyd Crowder:
You are between a rock and a much, much harder rock.

Raylan:
Have you been pissing?

Dewey Crowe:
He took my kidneys, Raylan, not my dick!

Raylan Givens:
Your kidneys are for pissing. So why don't you try taking a leak, and if you can do it, then we know you still got your two kidneys.

Dewey Crowe:
Come on, come on. [starts urinating] Holy shit. You mean I have four kidneys?

Raylan Givens:
Honey, if I started arresting people for committing adultery, I'd never make it home for supper.

Robert Quarles:
Boyd, have you heard the saying, "the most successful war seldom pays for its losses"?

Boyd Crowder:
Thomas Jefferson. Prison doesn't offer much, but it does give a man ample time to read.

Arlo Givens:
Sneak up on a man like that; good way to get yourself shot.

Raylan:
By you in your boxer shorts there? I think I got the drop on you this time, Arlo.

Ava Crowder:
Now, if you are the man in charge, then maybe you can help me.

Delroy Baker:
Please tell me you've come here looking for a job, darling, 'cause I forgot to play the lottery this week, and you, right here, are the winning ticket.

Raylan Givens:
[to Boyd] So this is the new you, bartending and pushing pills? Moved on from swastikas and rocket launchers.

Raylan:
[to Boyd] You want to run your hillbilly heroin fiefdom up here, that's between you and the great state of Kentucky. I got no interest in shitkicker-on-shitkicker crime. But you will not drag me into this. The next time you set up an operation in this county or any other it better not have my God damn family name on the deed or so help me God, I will lose this star and the dance we do subsequent to that will not end with you finding Jesus in a hospital bed.

Winona Hawkins:
If you wanted to change your life for me Raylan, you would have done so by now.

Robert Quarles:
I'm just gonna put a smile on my face, and eat a nice plate of steaming shit...unsalted.

Sammy Tonin:
What you got to remember is Dad ain't big on second chances, and you only got one because of what he invested in you in the first place.

Robert Quarles:
Tell the old man that I do not need a second chance.

Sammy Tonin:
That's good. Because you remember what happened last time there were hiccups? You went a little crazy, you remember that? Have you told Mr. Duffy here about your your rent boy? About all it took to squash that?

Robert Quarles:
I don't think Mr. Duffy is interested in the story.

Tim:
Shit blows up, that's my friend's ass.

Raylan:
Shit's not gonna blow up.

Tim:
And according to my friend, the surveillance team knows you're looking for him.

Raylan:
How do they know that?

Tim:
So I tell you where Sammy is, and you go all "Raylan" on him and drag him out of some restaurant by his nutsack.

Raylan:
I'm not gonna grab his nutsack or any other part of him. I just want a word.

Raylan:
I got mad ninja skills, buddy.

Tim:
Yeah, you know karate?

Raylan:
And two other Japanese words.

Robert Quarles:
I just got lucky. Amazing wife. Great kids. No, my problem all stems from my work.

Gary Hawkins:
Ohh, yeah?

Robert Quarles:
I swear, I'd be running the whole organization if it wasn't for my boss's idiot son.

Raylan:
[about dropping a bullet on Winn] I told him the next one might be coming a little faster.

Garrity:
Deputy, that might just be the coolest thing I've ever laid ears on.

Jeremy Barkley:
Who are you?

Garrity:
Detective Garrity, Lexington PD.

Jeremy Barkley:
And I'm FBI. Wait your turn.

David Vasquez:
Arlo, a lifetime criminal. Is that a fair description?

Raylan Givens:
I'd add "petty" to be more accurate.

Raylan:
[After being questioned in a murder case] That is bullshit, and you know it.

Art:
Is it?

Raylan:
Is that a real question?

Art:
Well, it had a question mark.

Raylan Givens:
He's got the ice-cold, remorseless bottle-blond shit-bag killer doing scut work.

Wynn Duffy:
Deputy, are you accusing me of being a fake blond? Because if you need me to prove it to you, I might be inclined to break you over that step ladder, ride you down like a teaser pony, and paint this room an entirely different color.

Raylan Givens:
Now, that is the Wynn Duffy I remember.

Wynn Duffy:
You concerned about me, Raylan?

Raylan:
Little bit. The S.S. Quarles is going under. You best swim like hell to get clear or the whirlpool will take you down with it.

Wynn Duffy:
I believe they disproved that on MythBusters.

Raylan:
[about Boyd] Still think you can change him, huh?

Ava Crowder:
I'm not trying to change him. I'm trying to help him.

Delroy Baker:
[to Ellen May] See, darling, you got to understand, business is always gonna triumph- [Ava shoots Delroy in the chest with her shotgun]

Boyd Crowder:
Well, Mr. Napier, I'd like to think that if I was behind an attempt on your life, at the very least I would've messed up your hair.

Boyd Crowder:
My question is, does Mr. Napier know the name of the company that fired Shelby from his security job? Well, I'll save you the trouble. The name of that company was Black Pike Coal. Now, do you want us all to believe that Shelby here's a dishonest man because Black Pike tells us so? Do you think that Shelby's the only man in this room been done wrong by a coal-mining company?

Tillman Napier:
Mr. Moderator, how many questions you gonna let this convict ask?

Boyd Crowder:
Mr. Napier, everybody here knows that the only men the company doesn't do wrong are company men. And you stand up there with your slick haircut. You look down on Shelby because this man works for a living. You talk down to me because I've been in trouble with the law. Well, you know when that trouble began? Why don't you ask your good friend Harvey Jones? He was there. He was on the line when we struck out at Eastover Brookside, Duke power scabs, and gun thugs coming after us with bicycle chains and bats! Trying to run us over in their cars! And I know that you weren't there, Mr. Napier...but there sure were a lot of men there who looked like you. Men standing on the company side, laughing at all us hillbillies who were just trying to stand up for what we believed in. Now, I'm not saying you're a bad man, Mr. Napier. That, I don't know. But what I do know is that you've been feeding too long at the public trough. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm gonna say no to the company man. I'm gonna say no to the lawmen who disrespect the rights of the people whose taxes pay for their salaries! And I'm gonna say no, I'm gonna say no, I'm gonna say no to Sheriff Tillman Napier, who laughs in our faces while he makes money off our backs!

Limehouse:
You rather talk pig shit?

Raylan:
Close... Robert Quarles.

Boyd Crowder:
You're a lucky man, Mr. Quarles. You get to come all the way down here, a place you got no right being. You get to eat our food. You get to drink our whisky. You get to look at our women as you try to take it all for yourself. Why, you know what you are? You're a conquistador. Only we are not your savages. And now you get to leave with your life. Well, I'm hard-pressed to remember the last outsider in your line of work can say that. I hope you've enjoyed your stay and you never forget who packed your bags.

Wynn Duffy:
Mr. Quarles, maybe it is time you leave Kentucky.

Robert Quarles:
I got nowhere else to go.

Robert Quarles:
My father was a heroin addict. He wasn't necessarily an evil man, but he couldn't kick his addiction, couldn't hold a job, either. But to feed his addiction, he used the resources at his disposal.

Donovan:
I don't care about your shit!

Robert Quarles:
Luckily for my father, he had a very pretty little boy. And plenty of men were willing to pay for my company. What is your name?

Donovan:
Donovan.

Robert Quarles:
That's what it was like for me, Donovan. For many years. And then one day, a man named Theo realized what was happening. You see, Theo believed deeply in family. And one afternoon, an associate of Theo's picked me up from school, and we took a ride in his Cadillac to a warehouse. Theo ushered me in, where inside, on his knees, was my father. I was 14 years old. And I remember how it felt to suddenly be free.

Robert Quarles:
He slipped the hillbilly rug right out from under my feet.

Raylan:
I'm just gonna file that under "Who gives a shit?"

Robert Quarles:
I'm gonna kill you, Raylan. Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow, but some day you'll be walking down the street and I'm gonna put a bullet right in the back of your skull and you're gonna drop.

Robert Quarles:
You know, you disappoint me, Wynn. Word around the Detroit campfire is that you were a wild man. Comes to a little nut-cutting, suddenly you want to bitch out. Don't be like the rest of them. You can't have the "Duffy" without the "Wynn".

Longbaugh:
This is a katana. My granddad pulled this off a dead jap officer at Shuri castle, Okinawa!

Robert Quarles:
The greatest generation at work.

Longbaugh:
He was a lying old sack of shit. Probably just bought it.

Raylan Givens:
Art, I've got a daddy.

Art Mullan:
Yeah, I've met your daddy.

Raylan Givens:
Fair enough, continue.

Sarno:
You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you sent us there expecting him to take care of us.

Wynn Duffy:
Or you'd take care of him, have to go on the run either way.

[Sarno's associate moves to raise his gun; Sarno stops him]

Sarno:
Whoa. A man doesn't talk like that unless he's holding the nuts.

[Duffy lifts his gun from under the table]

Sarno:
Ah.

Wynn Duffy:
It's nothing personal. I just figured the more soldiers Quarles has down here, the more tenuous my position becomes.

Sarno:
Did you figure if you didn't put us together with him, we'd just go away?

Wynn Duffy:
I figured it would buy me some time to cut a deal help you in exchange for a guarantee that I don't get left out in the cold.

Sarno:
Hmm. Well, how about you help us in exchange.

Wynn Duffy:
In exchange for your lives? That sounds a little odd coming from the guy not holding the gun.

Sarno:
Did you help Quarles because of the guns he had or because of who was behind him? Theo Tonin he carries this ear around in his pocket.

Wynn Duffy:
I'm sorry. It sounded like you said-

Sarno:
-yeah, yeah. It's a human ear. And, uh, whenever he wants to get some guy's attention, he just takes out the ear and he starts talking into it.

Wynn Duffy:
Hmm. What does he say?

Sarno:
I don't think it really matters.

Sarno:
You know, there was a day when I would have said nobody could stealth me.

Art Mullan:
Yeah? What happened? Lose your edge or just realize you weren't that good to begin with?

Sarno:
Maybe a little of both.

Raylan Givens:
You really think this is gonna go down?

Tom Bergen:
I hope so, because if I'm missing my boy's tee ball game for nothing I'm gonna be pissed.

Boyd Crowder:
Are you sure you're alright with this?

Ava Crowder:
$3.2 million. I might find a way to get right.

Wynn Duffy:
The point is, Mr. Crowder, when he asks me, and he will, where Robert Quarles is, does Theo Tonin sound like the kind of man to whom you'd like to say, "I'm sorry, but he escaped from a disease-ridden whore factory up in inbred holler"?!

Boyd Crowder:
I'm gonna let that one go.

Ellstin Limehouse:
Now it's funny how that money bring together all them wayward personalities.

Wynn Duffy:
Are you smoking Oxycontin in my motor coach?

Robert Quarles:
I most certainly am.

Wynn Duffy:
Do that in your own vehicle.

Robert Quarles:
My car's not that comfortable.

Wynn Duffy:
Robert. Limehouse told you where to wait. Go wait there.

Robert Quarles:
Is daddy getting mad?

Wynn Duffy:
For once in your life, do what has been asked of you.

Raylan Givens:
You remember the pawn-shop owner you sent after me, Glen Fogle?

Wynn Duffy:
God rest his soul.

Raylan Givens:
Had a little game he liked to play with his flunkies. Are you familiar?

Wynn Duffy:
Uh, remind me?

Raylan Givens:
I ask you a question. You answer truthfully, or I pull the trigger. You understand?

Wynn Duffy:
It seems simple enough.

Raylan Givens:
You have any questions?

Wynn Duffy:
What are you doing?

Raylan Givens:
Is that your question?

Wynn Duffy:
You think you can make me talk?

Raylan Givens:
That's your choice.

Wynn Duffy:
Or you're gonna shoot me?

Raylan Givens:
There's a five out of six chance I won't.

Wynn Duffy:
Bullshit.

Raylan Givens:
Where's Quarles?

Wynn Duffy:
Kiss my ass.

[Raylan aims at Duffy and pulls the trigger. The gun doesn't fire.

Wynn Duffy:
Jesus Christ! There are cops outside!

Raylan Givens:
That's right. They're outside.

Wynn Duffy:
You're a cop!

Raylan Givens:
Deputy U.S. Marshal.

Wynn Duffy:
Raylan, you just can't come in here and shoot me because you, you, you feel like it!

Raylan Givens:
Why not? Isn't that the way you guys do it? Isn't that why Tom Bergen's dead while his wife and children are grieving? So, you know what? Now we're gonna play by your rules.

Wynn Duffy:
Raylan-

Raylan Givens:
Where's Quarles?

Wynn Duffy:
I don't know!

[Raylan pulls the trigger again]

Wynn Duffy:
Jesus! Stop it! What is wrong with you?!

Raylan Givens:
You want me to stop, tell me the truth.

Wynn Duffy:
How can I tell you what I don't know?

Raylan Givens:
Start with telling me what you do know.

Wynn Duffy:
Okay. Just give me a minute.

Raylan Givens:
No.

[Raylan raises his gun again]

Wynn Duffy:
Hey! Hey! Hey! Okay! What do I know?! What do I know?! I know that, uh I know that Limehouse set this all up! I know that Quarles likes young boys. Who do you think called in the Brady Hughes tip? Me! I know that he wants you dead, and he probably wants me dead, too. And, yes, I tried to blow him up in his car! And then I drove away! That's what I know!

Raylan Givens:
That's it?

Wynn Duffy:
That is all I know!

Raylan Givens:
You don't know where he is?

Wynn Duffy:
I don't know where he is!

Raylan Givens:
Okay. I believe you.

[Raylan leaves]

Wynn Duffy:
Jesus Christ!

Art Mullen:
[to Boyd] You're not as dumb as you look. I like the use of the word cahoots, though.

Raylan Givens:
[about Limehouse] A horsefly sneezes in these hills, he knows about it beforehand, but I'm to believe the car bomb and the dead trooper down the road comes as news.

Boyd Crowder:
Well I guess we best both sleep with one eye open.

Ellstin Limehouse:
I always do.

Raylan Givens:
[about Quarles, who lost his arm] You know what they're saying at the office? I dis-armed him.

Winona Hawkins:
That's pretty good.

Derek "Devil" Lennox:
You want to keep buying quality bud, you gonna have to take all this off our hands.

Ava Crowder:
Devil!

Derek "Devil" Lennox:
Stay out of this!

Rodney "Hot-Rod" Dunham:
Pull your head out of your ass, son. This is serious weight, and these are dangerous times. Now, you want this to get ugly? It can!

Ava Crowder:
Of course that's not what we want, Mr. Dunham. We appreciate you coming by.

Rodney "Hot-Rod" Dunham:
You're lucky I was already in Knoxville. If I'd come eight hours from Memphis for this, I'd be obliged to kick somebody's ass!

Fletcher Nix:
[to Delmar Coates] Now, I don't like wearing a mask. I'm too pretty. So I am gonna have to kill you. But I'll tell you what, there's this game I like to play. I'm gonna put this gun between us and have the pizza man count it down from 10. When he gets to 1, we both go for it, so you got the same chance I got. That sounds fair, right?

Raylan Givens:
It bears a striking resemblance to the creature from "Alien".

Winona Hawkins:
It's 6 weeks old, Raylan.

Raylan Givens:
All right. Don't come running to me when it busts out your ribcage.

Art Mullen:
You know, back in the old days, we used to use the phone book. You know, whack! But people don't even have phone books anymore. We still used to tell people, "you have the right to remain silent as long as you can stand the pain".

Derek "Devil" Lennox:
Just wondering if and when we're ever gonna actually make a move on something worth moving on.

Boyd Crowder:
And I told you that time is coming. [as Raylan arrives] But we're gonna have to put a pin in this for now 'cause I'm sensing a disturbance in the force.

Rachel Brooks:
[to Errol] I'm ready to get dirty. Are you?

Raylan Givens:
Well, maybe Lawrence Nightingale really did take him prisoner. Get it? Lawrence instead of Florence. Lawrence Nightingale.

Rachel Brooks:
Yeah. I got it.

Delroy Baker:
Shit, I guess my invite to this little "partay" got lost in the mail.

Raylan Givens:
No, actually, you just weren't invited.

Delroy Baker:
No, see, this here is my partay, and if you want to partake, you got to see me first. Do you understand?

Raylan Givens:
Yeah, I do. But not today. Today's opposite day. So if you got business in here, you need to go outside and wait your turn.

Delroy Baker:
Yeah? And what if I got no patience and I hate waiting?

[Delroy takes out his knife, and Raylan pulls back his jacket to expose his gun]

Raylan Givens:
Shit. I didn't bring a knife.

Ellstin Limehouse:
You still don't even know what you done, do you?

Errol Butler:
I was just trying to clear the playing field. You know, get us control of things—

Ellstin Limehouse:
Why?

Errol Butler:
What?

Ellstin Limehouse:
Say you was able to start a war between Frankfort and Crowder. Nobody ever found out you fired the shot that started the whole thing, and they wipe each other off the face of this earth—then what?

Errol Butler:
Well, then we run this shit.

Ellstin Limehouse:
Oh. So that's what you want. Be a gangster. Gold chains and champagne and the hos and shit. Oh, son. We have survived in these hills on our own for 15 decades by staying among ourselves.

Errol Butler:
Yeah, but it ain't got to be like that anymore.

Ellstin Limehouse:
When your foolishness brings this war to our doorstep, how long do you think we gonna last then?

Errol Butler:
What we got to be scared of? They got guns, we got guns, too!

Ellstin Limehouse:
Guns enough for the law? And for all the hillbillies that are gonna start taking it personal when we start killing white folks? They always wanted us gone, and now you done exposed us to every buried hate-filled desire in this county. And when the blood starts to spill, it will be on your hands.

Shelby Parlow:
I'm a greeter now.

Boyd Crowder:
I don't think I could say "hello" to that many people.

Johnny Crowder:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you taking actual shot glasses? No, no, no, put those back and pull the goddamn Dixie cups that I brought! Oh, good lord... shot of the cheap stuff for every vote and shot of the good stuff if they bring a friend.

Boyd Crowder:
Now make sure you water down that cheap stuff enough so it lasts.

Johnny Crowder:
The boys I hired, they know what they're doing.

Boyd Crowder:
Alright, Arlo's got a guy hauling folks out of Paden Holler.

Johnny Crowder:
That's good, and Emmett Holler?

Boyd Crowder:
Well, Arlo's gonna make that run himself.

Johnny Crowder:
Arlo's driving a bus? Oh shit, well there's some folks might not make it to the polls.

Boyd Crowder:
Ava, baby, how are things on your end?

Ava Crowder:
Oh, the girls are excited to practice their constitutional right to vote, and to give a free hand job for every vote cast for our man, Shelby. They already gave out blowjobs to a couple boys Napier was counting on to haul for him... and convinced them to take the day off.

Shelby Parlow:
I'm not sure I oughta be listening to this.

Boyd Crowder:
Well, Shelby, now this is the nature of Harlan County politics. The people of Harlan County are ready for a change, they deserve a change, and we gonna win this thing.

Johnny Crowder:
Damn straight.

Boyd Crowder:
Yes we can!