Raylan: We interrupt anything?
Tim: I’ve been off the clock since five, so…
Art: You drunk?
Tim: I was headin’ that direction till this detour. No admission, huh? Did you try flirtin’?
Raylan: He was immune to my charms.
Art: He said heroes only.
Tim: Oh, okay. So, you show him your ass wound?
Art: No, I didn’t think it was that kind of an evening.
Tim: Evenin’ soldier. I didn’t bring my cape. I’m guessing this will suffice?
Guard: Rangers. Hooah.