Russell: I don't recall anything about no huntin' rifle in the New Testament.
Mitchell: Well, you can only turn so many cheeks, and I only got four, so.
Maben: It's like you wakeup one day, and you're just here. Like a stone, thrown into this world, but you don't know who threw it, or which direction it came from.
Maben: Maybe there will be a miracle, some way to begin again.
Mitchell: Words have power if you mean them, and it doesn't matter what you and me thinks is fair.
Mitchell: Well she loved ya, and that's all that matters.
