Pure Country

1992 film by Christopher Cain

Pure Country is a 1992 American dramatic musical western film about a country music star who leaves his elaborate stage show to rediscover his passion, falling in love in the progress.

Directed by Christopher Cain. Written by Rex McGee.
Bright Lights. Hit Songs. Country's biggest star. He'd trade it all to find the kind of love he'd only sung about.

Ernest Tucker edit

  • The funny thing about that little white speck on the top of chicken shit. That little white speck is chicken shit too.

Dialogue edit

Lula: If it wasn't for me, you would probably still be singing in some run-down rat hole for a bunch of fat cowgirls from Iowa.
Dusty: Yeah, and if it wasn't for me, you would probably be a waitress there.

Earl: You know, Grandma Ivy. In all the years, I've known you I don't think you've ever answered a question directly.
Ivy: There are no answers. Only the search.
Earl: Yeah...

Ivy: Well, sometimes the tree grows too fast and the roots don't develop. And sometimes you have to chop off the top of that tree to let the roots catch up.
Earl: But do you know where he's at?
Ivy: No, but I expect if you follow the roots, you'll find him.
Earl: Grandma Ivy, in all the years, I've known you I've never heard you answer a question directly.
Ivy: There are no answers. Only the search.
Earl: Yup, whatever that means.

Dusty: Man, I should've known you'd find me. How'd you do it?
Earl: Oh, something to do with trees and roots. You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Dusty: Grandma Ivy.

Lula: [Earl is learning against the back of Dusty's tour bus, breathing in the exhaust fumes] Earl, what are you doing?
Earl: Just trying to feel like I was back in California.

Waitress: [to Dusty, who has just walked in clean-shaven and with a haircut] Hey you.
Dusty: [guarded... thinking he's been found] Hello.
Waitress: Haven't seen you around before.
[Dusty doesn't answer]
Waitress: You new?
Dusty: Yeah.
[more relaxed knowing the waitress doesn't recognize him]
Dusty: Brand new.
Waitress: Well, welcome.
Dusty: [smiles] Well, thanks.

Ernest: Yeah, I can't blame you for keeping quiet. Hard to get a word in edgewise with those three.
Dusty: Yes, sir.
Ernest: People talk too damn much for my taste. Yapping about this or that, when he ought to be eating, working, or sleeping. We know Harley was out late last night. We know she was a little slow on her ride. I mean, that's no front page news! So why talk about it?
Dusty: I guess I see what you're saying.
Ernest: You GUESS? NEVER guess. I mean, you got to KNOW what you're doing! Otherwise, you leave yourself wide open to suggestion. And that, to my mind is the problem with this whole damn country.
[pounds on table]
Ernest: Everybody's open to suggestion! Hmph!
[gets up and puts his hat on]
Ernest: Well. You coming, or you just going to sit there?

Earl: What are you gonna do?
Dusty: I'm gonna take me a little walk.

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