Raylan: If you're going to talk, I'll put you in the trunk and drive myself. Dewey: I can't drive handcuffed to the damned steering wheel! Raylan: You'll get the hang of it.
Willa: C’mon, Dad, I don’t want to do this. Raylan: I’m guessing you’ll think about that next time you consider punching a girl in the face. Willa: I barely touched her! Raylan: You broke her nose. Willa: She deserved it. Raylan: That’s not the point.
