New in Town

Blanche: Have you found Jesus?
Lucy: Well, I didn't know he was missing.

Trudy: Oh, good. Electric's still on. Heat's LP. Tank's out back. Furnace is a Norge. The pipes are wrapped. Windows are two-paned. And there's a double layer of Owens Corning. Harwood. You got rugs to keep from freezing the bejesus out of your toes.

Harve: Oh hell, anything you can uncork, uncap or unscrew, I'll drink it.

Ted: Women like that just selling themselves as sex objects? What kind of a role model is that for a young girl?
Lucy: I think that any examples of strong successful young women are vital.
Ted: And that's how you measure success? By how sexy and provocative a woman can be? We'll pass on that. We listen to country, huh baby?
Lucy: Oh, the twangy drivel about the losers who drink beer and drive pickup trucks?

Ted: I like beer. I drive a pickup.
Lucy: I should have known.
Ted: You probably drive a new car for what it says about you, when what it really says about you, is how you bow down to the big corporation that made a gravy train out of this country.
Blanche: Would anybody like more gravy? Trudy? Kimberley?
Lucy: Industrial competition in a free market economy is what built this country.
Ted: No, robber barons built this country, and they did it from the blood of working folks. Hell, you steal somebody's car, you get thrown in jail. You steal somebody's life savings, you get to be a CEO.
Lucy: Well, I'm planning on being a CEO.
Ted: Well Blanche, you better count the silverware before she leaves.
Lucy: Oh don't even bother. I'm leaving now.
Ted: Not if I leave first. Come on, baby.
Blanche: I got Snickerdoodles with Tapioca.

Ted: I was 14 once so I know all about what's going on through your head... and your pants.