Bella King: Charlotte Cavanaugh

Harvest

Charlotte Cavanaugh

Lois Lane: I'm a little squeamish when it comes to the slaughtering of the fatted calf. So just tell your parents "thank you", okay? I-I'm gonna go.
Charlotte Cavanaugh: We'll never let you leave.
Lois Lane: What?
Charlotte Cavanaugh: You've been chosen. Just like my sister. This was your last supper.

Ruth Cavanaugh: It would be bad luck for a guest to leave our table early on the night of the harvest celebration.
Lois Lane: Oh. As long as we hit the road as soon as we're finished. I would love to stay and see the festivities one day. I bet that's a lot of fun.
Joseph Cavanaugh: Fun has nothing to do with it. We glorify the day we were shown the Lord's sign.
Lois Lane: What exactly... was the sign?
Joseph Cavanaugh: A fire came from the heavens to tear down our village.
Ruth Cavanaugh: And our daughter, Esther, was taken from us. She was... ringin' the town bell to warn everyone of the danger. She was struck down where she stood.
Lois Lane: Oh, I am so sorry. That's awful.
Joseph Cavanaugh: Before that, we suffered a terrible drought and years of bad crops. People were hungry and sick. But our daughter gave her life so that we could all prosper.
Charlotte Cavanaugh: Ever since, our crops have been bountiful, and our people never get sick.
Joseph Cavanaugh: Amen.
Lois Lane: And you think this happened because your daughter died. I'm pretty sure that didn't make it into the... Good Book I read.
Joseph Cavanaugh: I don't expect you to understand. You're not a Believer. But every year since her death, we have offered our Lord a sacrifice. And he has rewarded us.

Lois Lane: Look at you drive that horse. At your age, the best I could do was drive my dad crazy. Lucky for me, you were around. So, how much longer before our carbon-free hayride gets us to the train station?
Charlotte Cavanaugh: Oh... not much. But I'm not allowed to go into town. My father will give you the ride from here.
Lois Lane: As long as I can make the express back to cover the rally, I'm happy. I am not gonna miss out on a front page story just because he thinks I can't take care of myself.

Lois Lane: So, your town is... quaint. How many people live out here?
Charlotte Cavanaugh: Our whole congregation. We're Believers. Father bought this land long before I was born and moved his flock here from Idaho so we could all live together.

Charlotte Cavanaugh: Oh, praise the Lord! You're okay!
Clark Kent: It's okay. There's nothing a mechanic can't fix. Do you know where there's one nearby?
Charlotte Cavanaugh: Um... up the road a bit, in Meeker Springs.
Clark Kent: Thanks. All right, Lois, well, if we leave now, we'll be back in a flash.
Lois Lane: [teasing him] Oh, but, Clark, I'm such a delicate flower. I will... I will wilt in that heat. I think I'll just stay with, um...
Charlotte Cavanaugh: Charlotte, ma'am. I got some fresh, squeezed lemonade, if you like.
Lois Lane: Ah! Lovely. So we will have a big glass as we damsels in distress wait for Clark to... come rescue us.
Clark Kent: Lois, is there a problem?
Lois Lane: Okay. First it's not safe in the Asphalt jungle and now I'm at risk in Green Acres?
Clark Kent: Look, we're in the middle of nowhere.
Lois Lane: You think horse-and-buggy girl is gonna hurt me? What is she gonna do, dimple me to death?