"I’m not pl— she’s a kid. I’ll be fine."
"I’m not gonna drag him across the hollers by his nut sack or any other part of him, alright — ?" To beat his skull in sounded far more appealing. "As long as this stays on my personal time, there ain’t much Art can say. It’s not me I’m concerned about anyways."
“That’s reassurin’. Your concern might want to spread a little. If you intend to play guardian long term, that is. Just a thought.”
"Now is that what you’re doin’? Ventin’ out the stale air, get it circulating so the breathin’ is a little more to your likin’ down here?
"I don’t know, it’s still kinda stagnant. Either it’s just the way of things or I’m doing this all wrong. I’m guessing the first, all things considered."
"… the kind that I’d prefer to stay on me than her. H’phn… I wouldn’t be opposed to somethin’ of the latter happening. Yeah, well, what d’you think Art’s gonna say — ? Let the cops have him — ? I’d bet my paycheck that sleazy sonuvabitch would get outta there. He ain’t as stupid as he looks.”
"He might have a word or two else… I know you’re not gonna tell ‘im, but it sounds like a time might come he’ll hear it anyway. Consider it, or at least someone else… no need to go all ‘Raylan’ if you don’t have to."
"well in my experience it was always worth the effort to just steal the sticker pad, sell the suckers for a charleston chew and a cigarette, but you know—values not withstandin’. I do appreciate the civility in lendin out the air for a confession, nice touch."
"Well that just takes away from the accomplishment, but you’re probably right. Mine peeled right off my book the next day… a step or two up from the charleston chew now though? I’d almost hope so. Almost… thanks, I hear it’s good practice to establish communication. Somethin’ like that."