[giving the prayer at Boyd's camp]
Raylan Givens: Dear Lord, before we eat this meal we ask forgiveness for our sins, especially Boyd- who blew up a black church with a rocket launcher, and afterwards he shot his associate Jared Hale in the back of the head out on Tate's Creek bridge. Let the image of Jared's brain matter on that windshield not dampen our appetites, but may the knowledge of Boyd's past sins help guide these men. May this food provide them with all the nourishment they need. But, if it does not, may they find comfort in knowing that the United States Marshal Service is offering fifty-thousand dollars to any individual providing information that will put Boyd back in prison. Cash or check, we can make it out to them. Or to Jesus. Whoever they want. In your name, we pray. Amen.
Raylan Givens: I shot people I like more for less.
Boyd Crowder: Truth always sounds like lies to a sinner.
Raylan Givens: The answer is: me and dead owls don't give a hoot.
Raylan Givens: Sometimes, we have to make deals with lowlifes because we have our sights set on life forms even somehow lower on the ladder of lowlife than they.
Chief Deputy Art Mullen: I tell you to do one simple thing - refrain from screwing the witness in your own shooting - and you can't even do that!
Boyd Crowder: Raylan, with all of this man power, are you looking for Osama Bin Laden? I'm fairly certain he's not here.
Raylan Givens: I'm going to need an ambulance, and a coroner.
Tim Gutterson: No admission, huh? Did you try flirting?
Raylan Givens: He was immune to my charms.
Chief Deputy Art Mullen: Said Heroes only.
Tim Gutterson: Oh ok. You show them your ass wound?
Chief Deputy Art Mullen: Well, I didn't think it was that kind of evening.
Tim Gutterson: Evening soldier. Uh, I didn't bring my cape. I'm guessing this will suffice.
[shows Military ID]
Boyd Crowder: Fire in the hole!
Boyd Crowder: I asked him to shut down his poison factory and merely made an observation about its combustibility.
Raylan Givens: You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
Raylan Givens: That's a 10-gallon hat on a 20-gallon head.
Ava Crowder: If I start counting down from ten, I may lose my patience at five.
Raylan Givens: Now Arlo, use your words.
Raylan Givens: [as he drops a bullet on a character lying on the floor] Next one's coming faster.
Boyd Crowder: Well if my survival is a happy bi-product of my selfless act, so be it.
Boyd Crowder: I've learned to think without arguing with myself.
Ava Crowder: I'm a big girl, Raylan. I've been taking care of myself long before you rode into town on your white horse.
Winona Hawkins: It's kind of hard to stay mad at Raylan.
Boyd Crowder: For I am born again in the eyes of the Lord.
Ava Crowder: I'm going to have to get a new bed. Unless I want to keep this one as a conversation piece.
Gary Hawkins: Raylan? You're not wearing your hat.