Raylan: What are you doing? Winona: Brown suit, black suit. One-two-three-four shirts. Two pairs of jeans. Hm. Raylan: What the hell’s that supposed to mean? Winona: Oh, just by looking at your closet one would think you were a simple man.
I’m on board with the idea that nobody’s ever gonna know Raylan better than Winona. I think it’s a beautiful thing that Winona’s the one Raylan knows better than anybody.
“Everyone’s capable of doing something like this, Winona. I come across huge sums of money, usually belong to bad people, I think, ‘no one’ll miss it.’”
“Did you ever take it?”
“I did. God, Jesus, what am I gonna do?”
Five little words– “You took all the money.”– and oh, the many faces of Raylan Givens’s increasingly shitty day.
WTF WINONA- "I MAY NOT BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK" STFU SERIOUSLY
Yo dumbass ain’t going nowhere. You wanna know why? Because yo ass is pregnant, yo fallback guy is AWOL, and you’re in love with Raylan. So just stop threatening to leave him every 5 minutes, STFU, and BE FUCKING HAPPY DAMMIT. YOU TWO ARE ONE OF MY OTPS SO JUST BE FUCKING HAPPY. DAMN.
“He seemed to want nothing the world had to offer. He wanted nothing but the clothes on his back and he wasn’t terribly concerned about those. He seemed to feel that his movement through life should be unfettered by the ownership and accumulation of objects that slowed him down.”