Sissy:
My legs are sweatin', momma.

Sissy:
You a real cowboy?

Bud:
Depends on what you think a real cowboy is?

Sissy:
Can you 2-step?

Bud:
Course.

Sissy:
Wanna prove it?

Aunt Corene:
Damn Bud, Ya'll live like pigs!

Sissy:
I got a thumb, I got a middle finger!

Uncle Bob:
Uh-oh, get out the Alka-Seltzer.

Bud:
What happened to your face?

Sissy:
Got hit.

Bud:
All cowboys ain't dumb. Some of 'em got smarts real good, like me.

Bud:
You have to understand that there are some things a girl just can't do.

Sissy:
Name one.

Marshall:
Piss on a wall, get laid with your pants on...

Sissy:
Who'd want to?

Sissy:
Uncle Bob wanted you to be happy. Are you happy?

Bud:
Yep, yes I am. You?

Sissy:
Yep, I finally got what I wanted. I got a real cowboy.

Bud:
And I got what I wanted. I finally got myself a real lady.

Pam:
Bud, the family car's waiting.

Bud:
The family car's waiting.

Uncle Bob:
You know, Bud; pride is one of those seven deadly. I almost lost Corrine and the kids before I got a throat big enough to swallow mine. It choked some goin' down, but I realized that without her and them kids I'd just be another pile of dog shit in the canteloupe patch.

Pam:
You did it for her; you didn't win this rodeo for me. You wanted her to see you win.

Bud:
Pam, wht are you talkin' about? I don't have time for this right now.

Pam:
Listen, I'm a shit, but I'm not that big a shit. That day you came home and the house was clean; I didn't do it, Sissy was there. She left you a note to call her but I tore it up. I guess I just didn't want to lose my cowboy.

Bud:
I gotta go.

Pam:
Yeah; but if you ever want to make her jealous; you know where to find me.