If I start killin' homophobes and bigots, I'm gonna end up with a larger body count than I've already got and a metric ton of paperwork. Gettin' my ass beat isn't a justifiable reason to shoot someone. Though it is a federal crime to assault a federal officer.
[He couldn't help but smile a little.]
Thank you, Ru Paul.
I think the answer to your question, specifically, is Norton, but I get your point. We're all tryin' new things here, huh?
So try with John. Give him a chance to prove himself trustworthy with the rest of you. Because he ain't the same people you're used to dealin' with at home either, I can guarantee that. I'm not sure anyone on board is.
[ Roman's entire face twists into something that's halfway between a pout and a sneer mixed with a healthy glare. ]
Oh, fuck you, don't use the shit I'm trying to say and turn it against me.
[ And yet here he is, sitting ontop of Raylan's table but carefully slipping off of it with a surprising amount of graceful elegance. Instead of sitting up once his hips are past the table, however, he opts to half melts onto the floor, spring up and spins dramatically to make his way to the door. His knees crack audibly. Roman is unconcerned. ]
Oldest trick in the book, Walker Texas. I see you. And the next time you call me Ru Paul I get a free nard shot.
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Sure you can't, but aren't you like the fastest draw at the OK corral? You're primed for handling this shit.
[ He's sitting up now at least. ]
If you're not gonna be true to yourself then who the fuck will be?
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[He couldn't help but smile a little.]
Thank you, Ru Paul.
I think the answer to your question, specifically, is Norton, but I get your point. We're all tryin' new things here, huh?
So try with John. Give him a chance to prove himself trustworthy with the rest of you. Because he ain't the same people you're used to dealin' with at home either, I can guarantee that. I'm not sure anyone on board is.
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Oh, fuck you, don't use the shit I'm trying to say and turn it against me.
[ And yet here he is, sitting ontop of Raylan's table but carefully slipping off of it with a surprising amount of graceful elegance. Instead of sitting up once his hips are past the table, however, he opts to half melts onto the floor, spring up and spins dramatically to make his way to the door. His knees crack audibly. Roman is unconcerned. ]
Oldest trick in the book, Walker Texas. I see you. And the next time you call me Ru Paul I get a free nard shot.
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His eyes narrow a little at the snapping but he doesn't say anything for now.]
My nards are off the books, but I'll give you a free shot at my arm next time.
Say hello to John for me! [It's called out almost cheerily as Roman opens the door and heads out.]
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[ He might as well be saying 'see you tomorrow' as he leaves, half waving behind him without looking. ]