Peggy: Well, Bobby sure had a good time on your trip.
Hank: Yeah. too good. Now he's down on his hometown. All his dreams from now on will be about leaving and then some high school guidance counselor is going to tell him to follow his dreams. Then how will he end up? A fruit pie salesman with a whoopee cushion living in Wichita Falls.
Peggy: Hank, it's happening to the best of our young people. There is nothing here for them. Last week, two sixth-graders told me they wanted to be astronauts. You can't find work as an astronaut in Arlen, Hank. Mm-mmm. not anymore.
Hank (sighs): I've been trying to hire some teenagers at Strickland for months. No one wants to be a tank-wipe these days.