rewatch has someone chatty. you could say it was justified. (yeaaah!)

[sidearms]

And here they say I'm a creature of habit.

Just how many times are we gonna go through this before you realize there ain't nothin' here but the short stop to a dead end? —Course, can't say I'm not flattered. You've done a fair job of cleanin' up the place. But like I said — ain't no point in polishin' up a piece you've no plans on takin' out of its holster.

Do us both a favor: let it go.

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I have zero point for this other than Raylan is awesome

[tessanne]

Maybe something awesome will happen? Who knows!

[demolitions]

I think the very least you could do is to offer some words of encouragement to your mundane, considerin' all the trouble they've gone to. It can't be an easy thing puttin' a shine on you, after all.

[bagwell]

It's a dead end that keeps comin' back like flu season, sonny. They like takin' the old toys down off the shelf to play with 'em every once in a while.

[neuropathy]

Sounds like a good argument.

[ Managing, through dryness, to make 'good' sound like 'futile'. ]

he certainly is. and a little shit, to boot.

[sidearms]

Somethin' awesome. [ He repeats the phrase; it sits about as awkwardly in his mouth as one might expect it to. ] And what might that be, exactly?

LOL that as well.

[tessanne]

I don't know. [An impish smile.] You could just shave your head and go around saving the world. Oh wait. Wrong canon, there.

[sidearms]

Is that right? Well, Boyd, as you're well aware, your advice has always been a solid stepping stone in which I have laid the very foundation of my future upon. As for the shine, I'll soon as settle for a light polish in these tryin' times.

[sidearms]

Call me crazy, but the Island of Misfit Toys ain't exactly my idea of a good time.

[sidearms]

Congratulations, you're the first person around these parts with any lick of sense in 'em.

[ Encourage? Play? He'll stick to his initial statement. ]

[sidearms]

Can't say that was part of the agenda, no.

[tessanne]

Yeah, my mun plays that video game like a lot. That's how she started watching your show.

But really, this place is crazy. Like anything you want can happen here.

[neuropathy]

Yeah. Be even better 'f it were gonna get me anywhere. [ Fatalism! Not bitter, just ...coolly amused resignation. ]

But I guess you know how that goes.

[sidearms]

Mm. Expect I might know a thing or two about that. [ There's a nod of his head, hat moving right along with it. ]

Seems a man can't win for losin'.

[sidearms]

And they say kids these days don't know a thing about culture.

'Anything' wouldn't happen to entail a glass of whiskey and a good distance between myself and the lady upstairs, would it?

[tessanne]

Wouldn't see why not. I don't drink, myself, but I can try to find you something.

[This is what Tess does. No, seriously, she's a personal assistant, that's her job.]

[demolitions]

Well, I'm always happy to help out an old friend in need, Raylan. Many receive advice, but only the wise profit from it.

[sidearms]

And the man who gives said advice? What might we be callin' him?

[demolitions]

In that regard, I will offer you a quote from Francis Bacon. He said 'the worst men often give the best advice.'

[sidearms]

A moving piece. Truly.

[ Raylan slides his hat from his head, acknowledging Boyd with the brim. ] This what you do here? Slip your two cents into a man's pocket and not-so-subtly self-loathe? It's good to see some things don't ever change.

[demolitions]

Such has been my callin' whenever I can spare the time. My mundane however, has a tendency to keep my attention mostly on a colony in outerspace where I've just been elected mayor for a second term.

[sidearms]

You? [ He takes a seat now, perched on the corner of a desk.He takes a moment; let this soak in, Boyd. ] Boyd, does it tell you nothin' whatsoever that the only way you could be elected into some semblance of an office is to take a ride off into outerspace?

[bagwell]

Ain't mine, neither, but there ain't much we can do about it 'sides goin' with the flow. These types listen about as well as a deaf man in the middle of a Mardi Gras parade.

[demolitions]

Believe me, I was as surprised as you the first time it happened.

Now, you don't know that for a fact—a felon can be elected to public office in Kentucky, he just can't vote for himself.

[Although he's not necessarily disagreeing, here.]

[neuropathy]

You know it's a volunteer gig, right? Not one-a those places you get sucked into and can't get out.

[sidearms]

So, how's that workin' out for ya? — Outer space.

[sidearms]

Mm. Well, ain't much of a choice to be had when you aren't the one behind the steering wheel. Makes for one hell of an icebreaker, though.

[sidearms]

And yet, we both know what they expect comes next. They find themselves a solid footing, they look for someplace to put that foundation to good use. Ain't much foolin' to be had.

[demolitions]

Well— [now with uncharacteristic candor] better'n I expected it would. But then I was always enamored with space flight, so that might've eased the way a bit.

[bagwell]

This place would certainly say so, wouldn't it? Like Alcoholics Anonymous without the fun anecdotes.

Speakin' of — ain't I seen you around here before?

[sidearms]

Or the shitty coffee. [ A beat. ] Small favors.

Once or twice. Our paths do seem keen on crossin', don't they? And here we haven't even been properly introduced.