"Real shame I'm only really familiar with the one name. I've seen Darlin' around on the message board though." Doctor Darling didn't know the boon he had with his name, the G that would never be pronounced in such a way that his name would always sound like an intimate endearment. Scratch hadn't been named as such as of yet - Raylan still only knew him as 'Alan'. Poor real Alan, should he ever run into Raylan.

"Considerin' my line of work, 'relaxin' ain't exactly conducive to staying alive. Most people comin' through my door mean me harm of one kind or another. But what you've just told me - you might wanna take more care in investigatin' people's chosen places. There's more than enough buildings to dig through that ain't occupied."

AKA find your own shit. Even though Raylan is standing there drinking his pine wine with the man.

"There's not a lot of relaxed people here and with our current environment, I think it's understandable why. When fog is tryin' to kill you, everythin's an option for paranoia."