David Grant: Hey Dad, you finally got your compressor back. Woody Grant: That's not my compressor. David Grant: Sure it is. Woody Grant: Mine didn't look anything like that. David Grant: It has to be yours. It's an old compressor we found in Ed Pegra...
[last lines] Woody Grant: So long, Albert. Uncle Albert: So long, Woody.
Ross Grant: [in a physical altercation with his cousin] Hey, watch the face, okay? I'm on TV.
Bart: Hell, I drove up from Dallas one time. That's 850 miles, I done that in eight hours. David Grant: That's, like, over 100 miles an hour. Cole: Oh, Bart was movin'.
Bart: We could get you to Lincoln in an hour. David Grant: Lincoln is over 200 miles. Bart: Okay, hour-and-a-half.
Woody Grant: Where's my teeth? David Grant: You lost your teeth?
David Grant: How did you and mom end up getting married? Woody Grant: She wanted to. David Grant: And you didn't? Woody Grant: I figured, what the hell. David Grant: Were you ever sorry you married her? Woody Grant: All the time.
David Grant: Oh. Okay. Dad, I found it. Here it is. [Runs up holding partial] David Grant: Oh. Wait. This isn't yours. Woody Grant: [Goes back to looking] David Grant: I was kidding. Here. [Hands it over] Woody Grant: [Examines it] These ain't mine. ...
Sheriff: Hey, partner. Sheriff: Hold on there, just a second. Sheriff: Where are you headed, there? Sheriff: Where are you headed up to? Sheriff: How are you doing there, bud? Sheriff: Huh? Are you okay? Sheriff: Where are you headed? Sheriff: You he...
Bart: So, you got any other cars? David Grant: No. Just that one. Bart: What's the engine? David Grant: It's uh... four cylinder? Bart: Yeah. But, what size? David Grant: Oh, I don't really know. Cole: What's your brother drive? David Grant: Who, Ros...
David Grant: So, you told the Sheriff you were walking to Nebraska? Woody Grant: That's right. To get my million dollars.
Woody Grant: I haven't been drinking. Kate Grant: That's what you said on our first date.
Woody Grant: This was my parents' room. I got whipped if they found me in here. I guess nobody's gonna whip me now.
Woody Grant: I'm not trusting the mail with a million dollars.
David Grant: Well, why did you have kids, then? Woody Grant: I like to screw, and your mother's a Catholic, so you figure it out.
Peg Nagy: I knew I didn't have a chance anyway. David Grant: Yeah? Peg Nagy: I wouldn't let him round the bases.
Kate Grant: Don't encourage this nonsense.
Kate Grant: What do you wanna do now? Bust into a silo and steal some corn?
