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:
It’s 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:
That’s 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 it’s 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.