Justified: City Primeval
Tuesdays 10:00 PM on FXRaylan Givens Quotes
Raylan: Carolyn, I want you to be careful, now.
Carolyn: So that’s the question, isn’t it? Do I trust you with what I know?
Carolyn: So this never happened.
Raylan: So… Don’t tell everyone at school?
Carolyn: I just want to lay some ground rules.
Raylan: Of course.
Carolyn: Nothing changes between us.
Raylan: Nope.
Carolyn: My client is still my client.
Raylan: Yup. That said, how was it for you?
Carolyn: It was about what I expected it to be.
Raylan: Are we at emotions already?
Carolyn: Ah, let’s keep it at aspirations.
Carolyn: Look, just because you got in my panties doesn’t mean you can get in my business.
Raylan: But that never happened.
Carolyn: See, in my life, everybody has their foot on my neck to get what they want. Fuck them. Fuck them to be so small that they abuse their power. Now, see, I want mine, but I’m going to use my power to do what’s right. I’m going to bang my gavel to set things straight.
Raylan: And you have confidence in the sobriety of your judgment.
Carolyn: Gotta be if I’m going to sit on the bench.
Raylan: You are sitting here with me.
Carolyn: I never said that my judgment wasn’t occasionally impaired.
Cruz: Look at you, still giving a fuck.
Raylan: I try.
Cruz: You remind me of me, man. When I started out. Except you’re old.
Raylan: I ain’t gonna sleep at night this sonofabitch wins.
Robinson: There’s three ways this’ll go. One is God himself sends down a lightning bolt and breaks the case open. Two, this shit drags on and drifts away and all we got to show for it is a peptic ulcer.
Raylan: Three, go find Clement and shoot him
Robinson: I suppose there are four ways. The third way I was thinking – call it a Detroit way, although for sure we don’t hold the patent.
Raylan: Entrapment. Plant a little dope or go all the way and frame the guy up.
Robinson: Yeah. Not my style either.
Raylan: My experience, people do as they will. The trick is how you react.
Carolyn: Laissez-faire approach, is that it?
Raylan: I don’t speak Spanish.
Bryl: Either the Albanians lead us to Mansell or they turn him into little tiny pieces. Done and done.
Raylan: That’s an optimistic point of view. Another would be we just put a hit out on our suspect.
Bryl: Excuse me for misunderstanding that you had the willingness to do what needs getting done.
Raylan: I have no problem getting things done. I do have a problem rolling up on Mansell, face down in a river, shot to death by some Albanian dipshits, when what WE want is for the man to be prosecuted, forced to answer for his crimes, long period of reflection in a tiny cell.
Bryl: That’s another way to look at it.
Bryl: So we land, right? We find a dozen goddamned Albanians carrying homeboy on their shoulders like Christ off the cross. We roll up, like, ‘Hey guys, what’s crackin’?’ They go, ‘Fuck yourselves. He fell down the stairs.’
Raylan: That clumsy Jesus now?
Raylan: Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you’re gonna do. Even sympathize, in a way. But you also need to understand your place in line, which is to say, ‘Me, first.’ After I’m done, you can charge the shitheap with felony assault, but it ain’t gonna mean much if he’s doing life. You understand what I’m sayin’?
Toma: You tell me to get in line. I say, ‘You want him, you better find him quick, or he’ll be dead.’
Raylan: As we speak, hordes of Eastern Europeans are spreading across Detroit, looking to ixnay your client and likely Sandy Stanton and anyone close to him along the way.
Carolyn: Why, Marshall, I think you’re trying to scare me.
Raylan: I don’t have to. The Albanians should already do that.
