Homicide detective 1: Youre in the motor coach, with Robert Quarles and Winn Duffy, theres a bodyguard out front, but that still doesnt explain to me how you got your fingerprints on a bullet casing.
Raylan: I threw a bullet at him.
Homicide Detective 2: You threw a bullet at him.
Raylan: Yeah.
Homicide detective 1: Wait. You
threw a bullet at him?
Raylan: No-no, I, like
dropped it.
Homicide detective 1: On the floor?
Raylan: On Duffy.
Homicide detective 1: So, Duffy was on the floor.
Raylan: Yes.
Homicide Detective 2: You failed to mention that, Deputy.
Raylan: Well, Im
mentioning it now.
Homicide Detective 2: Howd he get on the floor, I wonder?
Raylan: Look, you wanted to know how my prints got on the casing, now you know. Okay?
Homicide detective 1: Wait, why-why did you throw a bullet at him?
Raylan: I was trying to make a point.
Homicide Detective 2: Which was?
Raylan: Get the hell out of Kentucky, and dont come back.
Homicide detective 1: How was throwing a bullet at him going to accomplish that?
Raylan: Told him the next one might be coming a little faster.
Homicide detective 1: *Long pause* Deputy. That might just be the coolest thing Ive ever laid ears on. *Laughs*