Ah, here's Bob, keeping a eye on Lee Manners' place, as requested. He gets a text that he doesn't look too thrilled about, and then he's knocking on the door. Lee Manners -- shotgun in hand -- drunkenly greets him, but when Bob nervously tells him that he's been tasked by the marshals to get a meeting together, Lee Manners supposes the marshals must be having a hard time if they're trusting Bob to work for them. "What, did they run out of chimpanzees on their way down the food chain?" Rude! Not just in a vacuum, but because Bob obviously feels the same social inferiority to these people that Boyd did until very recently. Lee Manners adds that some very bad men are coming to get him and Johns, so Bob might want to make himself scarce. But Bob sticks his foot in the closing door and gets some further insults for his trouble, one of which is a suggestion for him to go play cops and robbers in the mirror. Bob starts walking away, breathing hard in frustration, until he pauses and, looking kind of pleased with himself, says aloud, "You go play asshole in the mirror, Lee!" I'm not sure I've ever seen on-screen homage paid to George Costanza's "jerk store" line, and I'd bet that this scenario -- with Bob heading back to Lee Manners' door -- is going to turn out about as well. He yells through the door, at which point Lee Manners, all fake and oily civility gone, opens back up and, loading his shotgun, says he told Bob to get off his property. Bob draws his gun in response, which is enough for Johns, who's at least as many sheets to the wind as Lee Manners, to appear and note that the "midget police" has arrived. They giggle in Bob's face...