He swung the golf club, Raylan.

Boyd "I didn't ask to think if.." // Justified s04e11 DECOY Episode Script | SS
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=justified&episode=s04e11         / ~28 min in:   Is that you, Boyd? For the record, that makes me two for two. For the record, it doesn't matter. Who's your friend? His name's Picker. Hmm. I didn't ask to think if he played guitar.  .. You know why we're here, right? Yeah. Boyd, what was the name of that astronaut? You know, I don't recall. He was a big deal. Went up to the moon. He swung the golf club, Raylan. /aw this sort of awed, wistful  look on Boyd's face./  He drove the car.   Raylan, I was the one enamored with space flight. I'm pretty sure I'm right on this one.  He drove the car. I'll bet a dollar. /nice. when stakes of situation are betting lives./   Well, I don't have it on me now, Raylan, but  Oh, for Christ's sake. Right. Jesus. Raylan, you know I like a good conversation as much as But, uh, being as matters are pressing?  


R: Is that you, Boyd?   B: For the record, that makes me two for two.   P: For the record, it doesn't matter.
R: Who's your friend?   B: His name's Picker.   R: Hmm.   B: I didn't ask to think if he played guitar.      P: You Givens? Mm-hmm. You know why we're here, right?   R: Yeah. Boyd, what was the name of that astronaut?     B: You know, I don't recall.   R: He was a big deal. Went up to the moon.
B: He swung the golf club, Raylan.   R: He drove the car.
B: Raylan, I was the one enamored with space flight.  I'm pretty sure I'm right on this one.
R: He drove the car. I'll bet a dollar.
B: Well, I don't have it on me now, Raylan, but  -P: Oh, for Christ's sake.   B: Right.


couch baron recap: Picker getting impatient as Raylan and Boyd try to outdrawl each other. / :)


// this epsd is v good.  several other scenes I'd like to record.//





-Boyd: What are you waiting for?

Look at you, Mr. Crowder.  You're a well-dressed man. You got a sense of style. You got your shirt buttoned all the way up to the top. 
I got to ask. Where'd you get all those teeth?
    Courtesy of the American taxpayer while serving our great nation in Desert Storm.
Man, I love the way you talk using 40 words where 4 will do. I'm curious.
What would you say if I was about to put 40 bullets through that beautiful vest of yours?
    "What're you waiting for?"
Oh, you're cool, huh?
      I tried to keep it to four words.  You'll allow the contraction as one.









-Ava: Don't explain, just shoot. /whole bit up to that w Augustine./

  Is what you're saying is ... That Maybe I hitched myself to the wrong man?    Augst: Clearly.
  That you're the one to take me to the promised land.    Augst: Time will tell.   {splashes her brandy in his face, holds lighter up}
Johnny:  Ava. Ava, don't.
  What are you gonna do, Johnny? Gonna finish what you started? You gonna shoot me?
Johnny:  Try to understand.
   Oh, you ..?  Don't explain. Just shoot! What? Can't you?
Johnny:  Ava I-I love you.
   Oh, that's sweet.

Augustine:  Wow. Okay.  I see what you like about her.







-Tim: It's _not_ a fantasy.  /drawn out, impatient.  /Tim & Art in car, Tim calls Colt./

Art: Well, what do we do? We go back?      Tim: Not if the car behind us is filled with high explosives.
And you think it is?     I think so.
How could they pull this off?    Boyd has an Iraq and Afghan veteran in his crew. Colton rhodes. Ex-M.P, drummed out for drugs.
And you have his number?   Our paths have crossed.
Colt: Yeah.    Tim: Hello, Bagram.    Well, hello, Deputy Dawg.     Art: Speaker.
Am I right in saying that you were in the sandbox before Afghanistan?     I *am* a double winner.
Is that why you called, to ask me that?   Oh, why? You busy?    I am in the middle of something.
All right, I'll make it quick.  I'm writing a book set in Iraq.   There's a chapter where a convoy of military police is transporting a criminal, and lieutenant Dan he's our main guy he gets a bad feeling.
Forrest Gump.    Huh?     There's a lieutenant Dan in Forrest Gump.
Oh, shit. You're right.  I'll change it.   Lieutenant Colt.
I would like a young Gérard Depardieu to play me in the movie.  I'm honored.
Well, you should be.  He's a big guy, real badass Or he was.  He's kind of losing his grip.    When we meet him, he's lost someone. He started using dope that he confiscated.
Yeah, but then we find out that he's kicked again.  And anyone who thinks he's in any way diminished is in for a big surprise.
Yeah, but he's the kind of character might say he's kicked, but we all know he's just one broken shoelace away from saying "screw it" and picking up again.
C: How about you have him go into a bar and pick a fight with some rangers, and he sends a couple of them to the hospital?
T:   It's _not_  a fantasy.    Anyway, he gets a bad feeling when they pass an abandoned vehicle, sees a second and a third, so he's thinking IEDs triggered by cell.   You ever come across anything like that?
C: Me, personally? No.  But I did hear about this one convoy, couple of Frankensteins and a gun truck on highway 10.    So, the spotter, he calls a halt between the first two cars Thinking the Hajis will blow the second if it moves forward, and the first if it tries to go back.
T: Well, how'd they get out of it?     C: Yeah, they didn't.   Because they were too afraid to move They just sat there in their vehicles Pissing and shitting in their helmets, too afraid to toss it out the windows on account of possible snipers.    Then they ran out of food.
They started eating each other till there was only one left, and he blew his brains out.  Do you want to know the sad part?
T: Oh, there's a sad part?    C: Yeah. Because they were so afraid to move, they never found out whether or not the cars had explosives. So basically, they all died from being pussies.   [hangs up]  [to the guy with him:]   They don't want to move? We'll make them move. Shoot the back windows and sides, but do not shoot the drivers or the tires.  Got it?
Art:  And now?   Tim:  Well, the good news is I'm not flashing back.   But now they're gonna try to make us move.
Art:  So what do we do?    Tim:  Move.

Colt: Holy shit.   They circled the wagons.