Gail: [about borrowing her husband's 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, that’s so sad to hear you say he won’t let you do something, 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.
Teardrop: You ought not do that. Don’t go running after Jessup. Show or don’t show that choice is up to the one going to jail, not you.
Ree: You know where he’s at, don’t you?
Teardrop: Where a man’s at ain’t necessarily for you to know neither.
Ree: But you do...
[Teardrop abruptly shoots a warning look at Ree]
Teardrop: I ain’t seen him.
Ree: Could be running around with Little Arthur and them, you think?
Teardrop: Don’t you ever go down around Little Arthur’s asking them people about shit they ain’t offering to talk about. That’s a real good way to end up et by hogs, or wishing you was.
Ree: We’re all related ain’t we?
Teardrop: Our relations get watered kinda thin between here and Little Arthur’s.
Victoria: You know all those people, Teardrop. You could ask.
Teardrop: Shut up.
Victoria: None of them’s gonna be in a great big hurry to tangle with you.
Teardrop: I said shut up once already with my mouth.
Ree: Jesus, Dad’s your only brother.
Teardrop: You think I forgot that? Hmm? Jessup and me run together for coming on forty years but I don’t know where he’s at, and I ain’t going to go around asking after him neither.
Little Arthur: You want a line?
Little Arthur: You wanna blow some smoke?
[Little Arthur slaps the table and stands up]
Little Arthur: Then I guess I got nothing for you. [He waves his hand to dismiss them] Go on!
Megan: Don’t tell nobody it was me who told you this, okay? But you’re going to have to go on up the hill and ask for a talk with Thump Milton. Now, I hope he’ll talk with you - he generally won’t.
Ree: That man, scares me way more than the rest.
Megan: Well, scared ain’t a bad way to be about him, neither, hon. He’s my own granpaw, and I still make damn sure I never piss him off none.
Merab: You ain’t here for trouble, are you?
Ree: No, ma’am.
Merab: Cause one of my nephews is Buster Leroy, and didn’t he shoot your daddy one time?
Ree: Yes’m, but that ain’t got nothing to do with me. They settled all that theirselves, I think.
Merab: Shooting him likely settled it. What is it you want?
Ree: I got a real bad need to talk with Thump.
Merab: And he ain’t got no need to talk to you.
[Merab turns away towards her doorway]
Ree: But I need to. I really, really got to ma’am. Please!
[Merab turns around to face Ree]
Ree: Some of our blood at least is the same. Ain’t that s’posed to mean somethin’ - isn’t that what is always said?
Merab: [irritated] Ain’t you got no men could do this?
Ree: No, Ma’am, I don’t.
Merab: He ain’t likely to have time for you, child.
Ree: I’ve got to talk to him. If he don’t know, nobody does.
Merab: Nope. Talking just causes witnesses. And he don’t want for any of those.
Ree: I’ll wait.
Merab: You need to get yourself on home.
Merab: Thump knows you were in the valley, child. With Megan. And at Little Arthur’s. He knows what you want to ask, and he don’t want to hear it.
Ree: And that’s it? He ain’t gonna say nothing to me?
Merab: If you’re listening, child, you got your answer.
Ree: So, I guess come the nut-cutting, blood don’t really mean shit to the big man. Am I understanding that right?
Merab: Don’t you dare. Don’t! I want you to listen to me, child. You need to turn around, and get yourself on home. Don’t you make me come out here and tell you again!
Ree: Jessup Dolly is dead. He’s lying in a crappy grave somewhere or 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’ve heard what Dolly’s 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, bred’n buttered, and that’s how I know Dad’s dead.
Satterfield: How old are you?
Megan: What are we ever gonna do with you, baby girl?
Ree: Kill me, I guess.
Megan: That idea has been said already. Got any others?
Ree: Help me. Ain’t nobody said that idea yet, have they?
Megan: I tried to help you some before, and this is what come of it.
Teardrop: What Jessup done was against our ways, he knew it, I know it, and I ain’t raised no stink at all about whatever became of him. But she ain’t my brother. She’s about all the close family I got left, so I’ll be collecting her now and carrying her on out of here to home. That suit you, Thump?
Thump Milton: You’re gonna stand for her, are you?
Teardrop: If she does wrong, you can put it on me.
Thump Milton: She’s now yours to answer for.
Teardrop: This is a girl who ain’t gonna tell nobody nothing.
Ree: What I really can’t stand is how I feel so ashamed--for Dad.
Teardrop: Well, he loved y’all. That’s where he went weak. Lots of us can be tough, plenty tough enough, and do it for a long stretch, too.
Ree: But snitching.
Teardrop: For lots’n lots of years he wasn’t. He wasn’t, he wasn’t, and then one day he was.