Justified: City Primeval
Tuesdays 10:00 PM on FXClement Mansell Quotes
Can’t believe it, Chickenfat. What you kill me for?
Clement: Oh, shit. You came back for me. Knew you couldn’t just leave me in that room.
Raylan: Case you think it came to be, no, we ain’t friends.
Clement: Coulda been. Things were different.
Raylan: If your mama had wheels, she’d be a streetcar.
Clement: That’s what I like about you. Never too serious.
Clement: I ever tell you about the story about Oklahoma? A day later any other day. And then it changed. Sky turned dark. Mama was, uh, indisposed. Cause that’s what people do: They fuckin’ let you down. I waited patiently for him to leave. Think his name was Dalton? Some shit. He worked a rig down in Glenpool Field. He wasn’t the first asshole from Glenpool to be in her bed, but he was the last. Cause once his car disappeared down the dirt road, grabbed my .22, shoved three inches of steel down her throat. Cause the very last thing I wanted my mama to see before I told her to close her eyes tight and pulled the trigger was her son’s face. Then I drove her one county over and buried her where no one could ever find her. Or. That story’s just bullshit. A tornado carried her away.
Clement: She’s cute, ain’t she? Gets stoned too much. Keep telling her quit smoking that queer shit and drink like a normal person.
Raylan: Some people, you can’t tell them anything.
Clement: Ain’t that the truth.
Sweetie: He said he ain’t got it, he ain’t got it. Blood from a stone.
Clement: Bull. Shit. Nobody’s got twelve grand that ain’t got fifteen.
Clement: How many people you shoot with that little bitty gun?
Raylan: Lately?
Clement: Oh, you think you’re pretty good with it.
Raylan: Qualify every year.
Clement: Wouldn’t it be something we had ourselves a little shootout?
Raylan: Don’t think they got a range where you’re headed.
Clement: I’m not talking about any range. I’m thinking on the streets. Just when you least expect it.
Raylan: I’ll ask the Chief. See if he says it’s okay.
Clement: Close your eyes for me.
Sweetie: Fuck you. I gotta go out listening to your honky chicken-fat cover song bullshit. Nah. You gotta look me in the eye.
Sweetie: The point was not the money. See if the book worked.
Clement: I’m not saying the point is always the money, okay? But when it comes to extortion, I do think the point is the money.
Clement: The quickest, surest way to get money off somebody is stick a gun in their mouth and air back the hammer. ‘Your money or your life, partner.’
Sweetie: I’m not saying there aren’t hard dudes in this book we’re gonna hit hard. I’m saying we find the right name, we won’t have to hit them at all.
Sweetie: Sounds like a walk in the park to me.
Clement: Have you walked in the park lately? It’s full of bums and perverts.
Clement: You think I got a good singing voice?
Sandy: Baby. Isn’t what matters that you like your singing voice?
Sandy: Clement, you’re the one got me this way.
Clement: Got you what way, darlin’?
Sandy: Got me what way? My nerves are shot! I mean, look, look at my hand shaking.
Clement: Could be low blood pressure.
