Sonny: Maybe they'll share some of that with us.
Ree: That could be.
Sonny: Maybe we should ask.
Ree: Never ask for what oughta be offered.
[last lines]
Sonny: Are you wanting to leave us?
Ree: I'd be lost without the weight of you two on my back. I ain't goin' anywhere.
Ashlee: [wrestles up the banjo and starts plucking]
Gail: [after asking her husband to let her use his truck] He said no.
Ree: Did you tell him I'd spring for gas?
Gail: I told him. He still won't.
Ree: Why not?
Gail: He never says why not to me, Ree, he just says no.
Ree: Man, it's so sad to hear you say he won't
let you do somethin' and then you *don't* do it.
Gail: It's different once you're married.
Ree: It really must be. 'Cause you ain't never used to eat no shit.
Satterfield: Look, I don't want to kick your dad's ass, all right? I just want to keep the judge off mine.
Ree: Dad's dead. He didn't show for court 'cause he's lyin' dead somewhere.
Satterfield: When was the last time you saw him?
Ree: A couple weeks.
Satterfield: Who's he running
around with? Where they all hanging out?
Ree: He doesn't tell me that stuff, sir.
Satterfield: Now, you know I got the legal right to go in there hunting the man, anyplace I want.
Ree: I know you'd be wasting your time and pissing me off. Jessup Dolly is dead. He's lying in a crappy grave somewhere to become piles of shit in a
hog pen. Maybe he's been left out plain in the open. But wherever he is, he's there dead.
Satterfield: And you know this how?
Ree: You must have heard what Dollys are, ain't you, mister?
Satterfield: Well, I've heard what some are anyhow, and I have bonded a few.
Ree: I'm a Dolly, bread and buttered,
and that's how I know dad's dead.
Blond Milton: Ree, I know losing Jessup leaves y'all hurting over there. I know it's a lot to handle.
Ree: We'll make do.
Blond Milton: Sonya and me talked about it. We feel we could take Sonny off your hands. Not Ashlee, I don't reckon, but we could take Sonny.
Ree: You what?
Blond
Milton: We could take him and raise him up the rest of the way.
Ree: My ass you will.
Blond Milton: We'd raise that boy way better than you and that nutjob mama of yours can. Maybe on down the line, we'd take Ashlee, too.
Ree: You go straight to hell, you son of a bitch. Sonny and Ashlee will die living in a cave with
me and mama before they spend one night with you.