Amanda: You’re
driving naked.
Luke: Well, it’s not
against the law. I had my seat belt on.
. . . Clearly I made a big impression.
Look, it’s not a habit. I just spilled
excruciatingly hot coffee in my lap earlier, so I was drying my clothes. So you’re not my first accident today, but
you are the prettiest. . . . I’m amazing.
Sharon [to Pastor Tudor]:
I’m having so much fun learning how to type. . . . I’m up to twelve
words a minute.
Ripp: Nothing quite says
Welcome to Texas like a good clean
kill shot [at a family-oriented boar hunt]. . . . We’ll smother them [Andrew’s company employees] with
Christian fellowship.
Andrew: They’re not all Christians.
Carlene: Not yet.
Burl [after kissing Gigi at his wife’s funeral]: Heaven forgive me.
Gigi: Well, I may, but she won’t. When you join her in Paradise, she’s gonna
have your gumballs in her grips for Eternity.
Carlene: Why are you
wearing a choir robe [for Bitsy’s funeral]?
Luke: Uhm, I lost my
pants.
Amanda: I have your
pants.
Carlene: Wait, just a
darn minute. Why do you have my little brother’s
pants?
Luke: The difference
between me and my sister: she’s a judgmental piece of work and I’m just a piece
of work.
Gigi: When Bitsy left
this mortal plane, she must have taken your sanity with her. . . . It’s too
soon. Dallas will talk.
Burl: That’s why I’m
taking you to France, darling. Dallas
can’t talk about things they can’t see. . . . Well, I’ve never, ever met a
woman who’d turn down a trip to Paris.
Gigi: Hello, my name
is Gigi Stopper. Nice to meet you.
Burl: Oh, come on,
Gigi. Your husband died eighteen years ago.
Gigi: And your wife
died eighteen seconds ago. . . . Even in second grade when you put the spider
in my lunch box, I knew it was because you liked me. I’m crazy about ya. Always have been. . . . Come after sundown,
under the cloak of darkness.
Cricket: Sharon has
informed us that Pastor Tudor has to drive all the way to the stadium for an
intervention.
Pastor: Sharon, my
schedule’s confidential.
Sharon [climbing out from under the table by Pastor Tudor’s
legs]: Don’t worry, Pastor Tudor. Nobody knows exactly who’s addicted. It could be anyone on the team.
Cricket [to Carlene]:
Darling, I want you on that stage with me. Can you play the tambourine?
Luke [carting a dolly full of wine crates]: Can I come in?
Amanda: What’s
happening from the waist down?
Luke [showing his pants leg]: I waited until you got home. I’ve been
watching your house all morning.
Amanda: Well, that’s
not creepy at all.
Luke: I’m staying at
Carlene’s.
Amanda. Woo! I feel so much better now.
Luke: Sweet. You’re free tonight.
Amanda: . . . I
should probably think about this.
Luke: Why? You totaled my car. You saw me naked. I mean I think dinner’s the natural
progression of things. And, hey, there’s
a chance that I might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to you. Why miss out on that? . . . I’ll drive.
Carlene: Amanda. Sweet, cradle-robbing Amanda. I have tried, unsuccessfully, to get Luke to
explain to me why you have possession of his pants, and Ripp says that it is against
the law to waterboard immediate family. . . .
Amanda: In the words
of another very famous witch, “You have no power here.”
Heather [to Andrew]: I need power. I’m trying to survive in
Dallas. Power’s the social currency.
Zach [talking about son, Bozeman]: Can’t blame the boy, Shar-bear. He’s got lady-killing in his blood....
McKinney: I for one
don’t get it.
Sharon: Well, that’s good, sweetheart. You’re his sister.
[McKinney and Bozeman sneering at each other.]
Boobylicious hostess:
Ooh. Where did you find this one?
Amanda: You wouldn’t believe
it.
Luke: I was naked and
she hit me.
Boobylicious hostess: We’ve always wondered what you were
into.
Luke: Wait a second. Are you the one that humiliated Carlene in
church about owning this place? You
almost destroyed my sister’s reputation.
Amanda: That’s me.
Luke: I love you.
Luke [to Amanda while dancing]: Remember, I’m amazing. [You be my Louisiana,
I’ll be your Mississippi, being sung in the background. Great song.
Great placement.]
Burl: I’ve done a lot
of things with the lights off, but rarely dinner. Look, look.
There, a full moon I ordered up for you.
Come on out here.
Gigi: Put that on.
Burl: You are crazier
than a pet squirrel.
Gigi: Don’t make fun of me.
If anybody was to see us, it would be very bad.
Carlene [on phone with Cricket while she spies on Gigi’s
house]: . . . I’m getting my night
vision rifle scope.
Cricket: . . . Role
playing. Red riding hood. I know that game.
Carlene: . . . Amanda
Vaughn’s got her forked tongue down my baby brother’s throat.
Cricket: . . . . Pull
up your big girl panties. . . .
Carlene: You’re
right. I am head of neighborhood watch.
Gigi: Well, so much
for keeping this a secret.
Burl: Wouldn’t have
happened if we were making out under the Eiffel Tower.
Burl [to Luke]: My
heart’s good right now. Beating real
fast. [He elbows Gigi who elbows him back.]
Gigi: Don’t you dare
judge me, missy (with leaves stuck to the back of her red cloak). I find your behavior appalling. You end an evening with a gorgeous man with a
handshake? What is wrong with you?
Amanda: Did we just have
terrific evenings with really great guys?
. . . We need to celebrate.
Gigi: Damn
straight. Why the hell don’t you drink?
Sharon: This is Zach’s
mess and he can clean it up.
Carlene [to Amanda on the phone]: Blackmail isn’t even
mentioned in Proverbs 6. But this isn't even blackmail.
Amanda: Wow. I’m not sure Burl should see you looking so
fine. He’s got a heart condition, you
know.
Gigi: It doesn’t hurt
to raise a man’s heart rate a little bit.
Amanda: Some solar
panels at his wind farm, they’re not working.
Gigi: Probably
because it’s night. . . . Has he hurt
you already? . . . I can’t go out unescorted with a recent widower. How would that look?
Amanda: To make the
spinster daughter be the chaperone? What
does that look like?
Gigi: Love and support.
Go get dressed. The invitation said casual.
Which means simple and tasteful.
No diamonds bigger than your head.
Carlene (and Cricket): Heather. Cute, in-over-your-head Heather. We just want you to know that we forgive you for your bizarre reverse decision to ban us from the stage.
Cricket [to Heather]: I mean, how much longer can that voice [of
Carlene’s] last?
[Sheryl Crow performing!]
Zach [to Pastor Tudor about Sharon]: Can you turn her around and head her back
home?
Sharon: Zach! You thought I was attracted to the
pastor? Ooh, I can’t believe you. That is just so wrong. Talk about your HOV lane to hell. I mean, no one, no one, should ever, ever be
attracted to a minister.
Pastor Tudor: Well, I
hope that’s not the case.
Andrew: Did you try
the truffled crab cakes?
Heather: Do I look
like I eat?
Gigi [to Carlene]: I
smell a big ole outhouse rat.
Gigi [to Amanda]: I know
that look in your eye. The one when you’re
happy? Hadn’t seen that lately. But I saw it when you were with him. . . . . [Carlene's blackmail scheme] if
you dumped the brother she doesn’t want you dating. . . . But, by God, I think
we can both have our beefcake and eat it too.
Gigi’s announcement:
There’s a time for rules and manners.
But there’s also a time to be honest and just grab the bull by the horns
and do what you want to do, no matter what people might think. Now, well now is one of those times [and
kisses Burl in front of the fundraising crowd at church].
Sharon [to Zach in front of their kids]: I think it’s time for bed. [Both kids slink away.]
Amanda: I know this
was a bumpy start. And we don’t even
live in the same city. But is there a
chance we could just try this again?
Luke: Sure. Hey, you might turn out to be the best thing
that ever happened to me. Can’t pass that
up.
Amanda: I’m kinda amazing,
too.
Luke: I never settle
for anything less.
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