Raylan: “I threw a bullet at him.”
Homicide Detective: “You threw a bullet at him.”
Raylan: “Yeah.”
FBI Agent: “Wait. You… threw a bullet at him?”
Raylan: “No-no, I, like… dropped it.”
FBI Agent: “On the floor?”
Raylan: “On Duffy.”
FBI Agent: “So, Duffy was on the floor.”
Raylan: “Yes.”
Homicide Detective: “You failed to mention that, Deputy.”
Raylan: “Well, I’m… mentioning it now.”
Homicide Detective: “How’d he get on the floor, I wonder?”
Raylan: “Look, you wanted to know how my prints got on the casing, now you know. Okay?”
FBI Agent: “Wait, why-why did you throw a bullet at him?”
Raylan: “I was trying to make a point.”
Homicide Detective: “Which was?”
Raylan: “Get the hell out of Kentucky, and don’t come back.”
FBI Agent: “How was throwing a bullet at him going to accomplish that?”
Raylan: “Told him the next one might be coming a little faster.”
FBI Agent: *Long pause* “Deputy. That might just be the coolest thing I’ve ever laid ears on.” *Laughs*
Art: “Did you come up with that all on your own?”
Raylan: “Heard it on the Johnny Carson show once. He was telling some old gangster story, I always thought it was kinda cool.”
FBI Agent: “Well, that just gets better and better, huh?”
Homicide Detective: “It’d be a lot better and a lot cooler if it had actually worked.”