Holiday in Your Heart 
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LeAnn Rimes: Then I started seeing headlines, Singer - kidnapped by maniacs.
Carl: Didn't you used to be Faith Shawn?
Faith Shawn: No, I wasn't! Didn't you used to be sober?
Faith Shawn: Now, where was I?
LeAnn Rimes: Are you testing me?
Avery: Its the medicine. She doesn't know what she's saying.
Grandma Teeden: I do too, Avery.
Audrey: She's 16!
Avery: I know the numbers.
Faith Shawn: Reba does it and she can walk into any Walmart in the nation.
LeAnn Rimes: You think?
Faith Shawn: I know.
Stage Manager: No more changes, I don't even care if the president calls.
LeAnn Rimes: I do!
LeAnn Rimes: She sat in the same seat, rain or shine.
LeAnn Rimes: Why do people always show you things that hurt you?
Burly Man: Do you all know what the temperature is here?
Faith Shawn: Cold.
Female Passenger: You mean we're stuck here?
Male Passenger #1: Looks that way, ma'am.
LeAnn Rimes: Well, Of course she was there when I was born. I wasn't there when she was.
Faith Shawn: Thats a point.
Faith Shawn: Back when I left home, nice girls didn't go into show business. Least not where I come from.
Faith Shawn: Don't you know this cross has scared a few people half to death when it come on way out here?
LeAnn Rimes: Why did you do it?
Faith Shawn: Memory.
Faith Shawn: Get in. Get in. I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me.
LeAnn Rimes: Are you kidding?
Faith Shawn: Get in. My lord child. You are slow. We got a lot of ground to cover.
LeAnn Rimes: Oh, nothing. Just things on my mind.
Faith Shawn: Well, better than nothing there.
LeAnn Rimes: Ok, I think you're in.
Faith Shawn: Got such itty-bitty things on wheels nowadays. Ain't no space for a real car.
Young LeAnn Rimes: How did Grandpa Luther get that cotton on his cheeks?
LeAnn Rimes: Are you crazy? I'm not going in here. Axe murderers hang out in places like this.
Faith Shawn: I have Axe-murderer spray in my purse.
LeAnn Rimes: You really don't have to lay an egg to know its rotten.
Faith Shawn: At least we're safe in here. When we don't get to where we're supposed to be, they'll send people for us.
Burly Man: Well. Well, now... Miss Singin' Star, what makes you think so? Huh? You heard any cars pass by out there in the last, what? Six hours?
Faith Shawn: I wish we had a radio.
Jason: I'll give you the news. Tennessee's under ten feet of snow.
Faith Shawn: I mean for music.