Sparing a glance towards the house, Bill's relieved not to see Mrs. Freeda.

"Marshal, I really got no idea what you're talkin' about, but if we can get outta here we'll sort it out."

He pulls out his keys and works on getting the car unlocked.

"Shotgun, or y'wanna-- wanna-- stretch out in the back?" He stutters, struggling with the uncooperative remote a moment. "Piece of shit."

The car finally chirps and Bill waits on Raylan to decide which door Bill should open.