Buddy: He ain't goin nowheres till his dogs feel better.
Ferris: What's a matter?
Buddy: He's itchin.
Ferris: Looks like a touch a the ivy.
Buddy: Itchin like crazy.
Goldie: All the boy needs is a tub a hot water. I been sayin that much for years.
Buddy: Huh?
Goldie: Fever weed, salts, and a hot tub a water.
Buddy: (lying) He ain't itchin no more.
Goldie: You'll be itchin all over, you don't soak those feet.
Ferris: Hell, I'm dirt head to toe and I'm fine.
Goldie: It ain't right not to wash.
Ferris: Does he smell? Does he stink?
Goldie: That ain't the point, Ferris.
Ferris: Half the world's made a dirt and it ain't hurtin nothin. The damn roads're all dirt, the fields're dirt. Hell, even Hoover's got a mud pie for brains.
Goldie: Don't you make fun a Mr. Hoover in my diner, Ferris Layman. Badmouthin the president's the same thing as cussin. Same exact thing to a T.
Ferris: Kind a fond of him, are you?
Goldie: I couldn't care less if Herb Hoover got hit by a truck in his sleep. But he's still the president and I won't have him badmouthed
Ferris: Now what'd I say that's so awful, Goldie?
Goldie: I'm not about to repeat it.
Buddy: Said hell, said damn, said Hoover-
Goldie: You see there! You see what it leads to?
Ferris: Bud can cuss if he wants.
Goldie: He's just a boy, Ferris.
Ferris: When I was his age I cussed all the time. And I'll tell you what else, I'm a better man for it.
Goldie: You are the most bull-headed man in the world, Ferris Layman.
Ferris: A man can't cuss, he can't hardly talk.
Goldie: What would your wife say? (pause. with true concern) The way you raise the boy, Ferris...it ain't right for him.
Ferris: (softly) Well Sara ain't here no more, Goldie.
Buddy: (softly) Dad?
Ferris: What ya need, Son?
Buddy: Dad? S'gonna rain.
Ferris: (gentle) Change a the weather'd be nice, Bud.
Buddy: They's clouds up there, Dad. S'gonna rain somethin awful. Can't you feel the clouds? It's gonna storm somethin awful.
Goldie: Lord knows we could use it.
