Bret: McCullough, I don't know why you're here or what you're after, but I know damn well it isn't for cookin' lessons.
Cy: Bret, your language.
Bret: You're really up to somethin' terrible, aren't you?
Hallie: Romance, and the settled life, what else? Look how it agrees with you. I just want to share it. Speaking of which, I've taken the liberty of unpacking my things in our room.
Bret: Oh, no, you don't. I distinctly told you to put her in the guest room.
Cy: I can't do that. It's too dusty.
Bret: Well then, give her a broom...and if she doesn't know how to use it, she can always fly away on it. We're not sharing my room. And another thing, I want my Pappy's picture put back up on the mantle.