- [first lines]
- Bertrum: [reining in horse] Mel! You behave! Mel! You're gonna get us killed! Whoa! You son of a bitch! Goddamn it!
- Uncle Dane: [drunk] We were born here. This is where we were born and raised, Bertrum.
- Bertrum: You don't have to tell me where I was born and raised. I know damn well where I was born and raised!
- Uncle Dane: [slurring] I was just sayin', that's the reason we're here.
- Bertrum: What's the reason!
- Uncle Dane: The reason we never left... Is cuz we were born here...
- [takes another swig]
- Bertrum: You are a piss poor excuse for a relative, you know that?
- [swipes his bottle]
- Uncle Dane: You ever thought about what you're gonna do after you shoot your one and only horse, Bertrum? Huh? Who's gonna pull your buckboard then?