Winona: When did you decide to do this?
Raylan: A week ago.
Winona: You didn’t talk to me about it?
Raylan: I didn’t think I needed to.
Winona: Are you okay?
Raylan: Yeah.
Winona: Why now?
Raylan: Question I’ve been asking myself? Why I didn’t do it sooner.
Winona: Well, if you couldn’t do it for me, I’m glad you could do it for her. Don’t muck it up.

Carolyn: Goddammit, Raylan.
Raylan: Yeah, I get that a lot.

Carolyn: What are you going to tell the DPD?
Raylan: That God himself sent down a lightning bolt and the book came with it.
Carolyn: The world’s better off. And I’m tired.

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.

Sandy: The only way in the world, I’ll tell you right now, I’d ever testify against Clement is if he was dead and buried with a stake through his heart, and even then I’d be nervous. You can send me to jail if you want. I’m not saying one fuckin’ word.
Raylan: Why do you stay with him?
Sandy: He’s fun.

Sandy: I wanna do things different. Like, I wanna go back to school. I could do hair or be an entrepreneur, y’know. Meet a nice guy, like you said. I wanna live honest.
Raylan: I’m gonna need your phone.
Sandy: Can I at least delete some pictures first?

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.

Sandy: Here we go. You think I’m going to testify against Clement? I mean, even if he was paralyzed from the neck down and had to be fed with a spoon, even if you swear you’re going to put him away forever like they told me the last time, I wouldn’t do it. And thank Christ I didn’t because he walked, didn’t he?
Raylan: He ain’t going to walk this time.
Sandy: Bull. Shit. You don’t know.

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.

Raylan: Am I actually watching this man walk away right now?
Downey: You told me you want to do this the right way. You make a move on him here, the right way is no longer a possibility.

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?

Raylan: Ever since I landed in this town, ever since I come across this dude, I never seen anybody get so lucky so much in my life. Get him dead to rights, everything just so, and everytime he skates, cleaner than clothes on a washline.
Robinson: What’s your point?
Raylan: Wonder if anybody’s that lucky. I wonder if some combination of this dead judge and this ledgebook and this particular shitbird is maybe making people act in ways they otherwise wouldn’t and I’m feeling like I do when I’m being played a fool.

Justified: City Primeval Quotes

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.

There’s no such thing as ‘on time.’ You’re either early or you’re late. And where you’re going, we’re going to be early.

Raylan