Jett Rink:
You do look pretty, Miss Leslie, near good enough to eat!
Leslie Benedict:
Money isn't everything, Jett.
Jett Rink:
Not when you've got it.
Uncle Bawley:
Bick, you shoulda shot that fella a long time ago. Now he's too rich to kill.
Bick Benedict:
Just remember, one of these days, that bourbon's gonna kill you.
Uncle Bawley:
Okay, it'll be me or it. One of us has gotta go.
Adarene Clinch:
Why, Luz, everybody in
[
this]
Adarene Clinch:
county knows you'd rather herd cattle than make love.
Luz Benedict:
Well, there's one thing you got to say for cattle... boy, you put your brand on one of them, you're gonna know where it's at!
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last lines]
Jordan 'Bick' Benedict:
You want to know something, Leslie? If I live to be ninety, I will never figure you out.
Jett Rink:
I don't know what it might just be a good idea... to gamble 'long with ol' Madama.
Bick Benedict:
How do you mean?
Jett Rink:
Jus' gamble 'long. Just... keep what she give me.
[
beat]
Jett Rink:
I'm sentimental too, Bick.
Bick Benedict:
You all think that the glory happened here in the East, don't you, with Valley Forge and Bunker Hill? Do you know about San Jacinto? Have you heard about the Alamo?
Jett Rink:
Everybody thought I had a duster. Well, I'm here to tell you that there's oil down there, and bigger wells. I'm rich, Bick. I'm a rich 'un. I'm a rich boy. Me, I'm gonna have more money than you ever *thought* you could have -- you and all you rich sons of ... Benedicts!
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