Sweet Land

Brownie:
You hungry? hungry? [rubs stomach]

Inge:
I could eat a horse.

Brownie:
Well we could find dat.

Clerk of Court:
The judge says we have to be careful about this sort of thing.

Young Olaf:
What sort of ting?

Clerk of Court:
German nationals... German nationals engage in prostitution, they encourage polygamy, they harbor dangerous political convictions. Are you aware of the Espionage Act of 1916?

Young Olaf:
You tink she's a spy?

Clerk of Court:
Well, I'll tell you what's in her favor. She's not Chinese.

Postal Clerk:
No foreign language letters leave the country.

Young Olaf:
Why?

Postal Clerk:
We're at war, with Germany.

Young Olaf:
So they keep telling me. I tought ve von.

Inge:
Dreams? Yes, you have?

Young Olaf:
I have work, I don't have dreams.

Inge:
[pushes him in a rage] Crows have dreams!

Young Olaf:
[correcting her] "Ducks".

Inge:
...pheasants, all have dreams. But not you!

Young Olaf:
Ducks don't have dreams. They get cold, they fly south.

Harmo:
I can help you out.

Young Olaf:
With our mortgage?

Harmo:
Sure.

Young Olaf:
Banking and farming don't mix.

Old Inge:
[reading] A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Old Inge:
Olaf died, Frandsen.

Old Frandsen:
[considering for a moment] No. Olaf is in the fields.

Old Inge:
[slowly glancing out the window and remembering]

[last lines]

Mae Torvik:
Why did Grandma Inge die?

Old Lars:
It happens that way...

Mae Torvik:
[picking up a small rock] Hey, look. It looks like a heart.

Donna Torvik:
Yeah, it does.

Mae Torvik:
What if I don't remember her?

Old Lars:
I have a photograph...

[migrating ducks pass over head, squawking]