Mama Lil:
You got a man?

Novalee Nation:
No.

Mama Lil:
Well, where is the prick who put you in this mess?

Novalee Nation:
California.

Mama Lil:
That figures. All the pricks move to California. They should just call it Prickafornia.

Novalee Nation:
Oh, I got money. The president of Wal-Mart gave me five hundred dollars.

Mama Lil:
Why, he's not the father of the baby, is he?

Novalee Nation:
No.

Mama Lil:
Ah, shit.

Novalee Nation:
I lied because I thought you deserved something better.

Forney Hull:
Something better than you? Novalee, nothing could be better than you.

Novalee Nation:
You tell them that our lives can change with every breath we take... and to hold on like hell to what they've got: each other, and a mother who would die for them and almost did... You tell them we've all got bad in us, but we've got goodness too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. And that's why we've got to make sure we pass it on.

Ruth Meyers:
My name is Ruth Meyers. Call me Ruth Meyers.

Ruth Meyers:
Jesus Christ, another guitar player. What's your name?

Willy Jack Pickens:
Willie Jack Pickens.

Ruth Meyers:
I bet you didn't even have to make that up, did you?

Willy Jack Pickens:
What?

Ruth Meyers:
So, you just carry that guitar around to keep your balance?

Willy Jack Pickens:
You want me to play?

Ruth Meyers:
What the fuck do you think I want you to do, call bingo? One tune; your best shot.

Willy Jack Pickens:
Well, I wrote this one myself.

Ruth Meyers:
I have goosebumps already.

Thelma 'Sister' Husband:
Dear Lord, we ask that you bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies. And we ask forgiveness, Lord, for the fornication that Mr. Sprock and me committed this morning on this very table.

Novalee Nation:
I think I might be pregnant. You remember that guy I told you about last month?

Lexie Coop:
The good-lookin' mechanic?

Novalee Nation:
I don't know what's wrong with me. I didn't even want to be with him.

Lexie Coop:
Didn't he use anything?

Novalee Nation:
Just me.

Novalee Nation:
I ain't never lived in a house that didn't have wheels on it.

Thelma 'Sister' Husband:
Harry, we're alcoholics, we're generally satisfied to hurt ourselves.

Forney Hull:
What would a man on a motorcycle want with a woman's pillows?

Lexie Coop:
Which one?

Novalee Nation:
Americus what are you doing?

Americus:
Eatin' dough in my nose.

Novalee Nation:
Do i look professional?

Forney Hull:
Well you know what'd help?

Novalee Nation:
What?

Forney Hull:
If you brought your camera

Novalee Nation:
SHIT!...

Novalee Nation:
Mommy did'nt say shit!

Americus:
Yes she did.

Novalee Nation:
I lied, Forney.

Forney Hull:
You lied? You didn't go to Tennessee?