[last lines] Pageant Official Jenkins: What in the world?
Pageant Assistant Pam: [Dwayne walks swiftly by] Are you authorized to be backstage? Dwayne: [emotionless; without stopping] No.
[lying to the mortuary service about why the dead grandfather is in their car] Richard: We were driving for five or six hours... and we thought he was napping...
Frank: [as audience members boo Olive's performance] Where are they? I will *kill* those little fuckers!
Grandpa: Dwayne? That's your name, right?
Olive: What are you guys talking about? Grandpa: [thinks for a moment] Politics. Olive: Oh.
Frank: Is he always like this? How can you stand it?
Richard: I can't slow down. I can't slow down. Sheryl: Come on, Olive. Frank: Come on, sweetie, jump. Jump in the car.
Richard: We're going to California.
