Boyd Crowder: I've learned to think without arguing with myself.
Boyd Crowder: Fire in the hole!
Raylan Givens: That's a 10-gallon hat on a 20-gallon head.
Chief Deputy Art Mullen: Someone in Harlan is going into the meth business in a big way.
Raylan Givens: Or the folks in Harlan are really, really congested.
Ava Crowder: If I start counting down from ten, I may lose my patience at five.
Winona Hawkins: You're a little old to be fighting, aren't you?
Raylan Givens: Certainly too old to be losing.
Karl Hanselman: Next time you're in Cincinnati, come by the gallery. I'll show you my collection. I think you'll be quite surprised.
Raylan Givens: Honestly, I'd rather stick my dick in a blender.
Chief Deputy Art Mullen: Well, that would solve a few problems.
Walker: You shot me in the back!
Raylan Givens: You wanted to get shot in the front, you shoulda run toward me.
Raylan Givens: I shot people I like more for less.
Mortician: Do you wish to exhume all the plots?
Raylan: Just the two, my parents.
Mortician: How about the manner in which they were buried?
Raylan: I wasn't around, but I guarantee he put her in the cheapest piece of shit available.
Mortician: And him?
Raylan: I put him in the cheapest piece of shit available.
