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Charles: I sure do miss my wife. When did you lose yours?
John: A long time ago.
Charles: What was her name?
John: Lucy.
Charles: What did she die of?
John: What's the difference?
Charles: None to me. I just wondered. What did she die of?
John: (long pause) She died giving birth to the boy.
Charles: I guess that's why you blame him for her death, huh?
John: Why I what?
Charles: You heard me. Why you blame him for your wife's death.
John: I don't blame him!
Charles: Well, of course you blame him. You tell him that every time you beat him. Every time you're drunk, you tell him that. You tell him he's the reason his mother died.
John: That's not true.
Charles: Well, of course it is. He's not gonna lie about it. You blame him, don't you?
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Charles: (to Graham's drunken father) Now, you listen to me! I went out to your place an hour ago and found your son lying unconscious behind a table! Are you gonna tell me he did that to himself?
John: I don't believe that--
Charles: You don't remember! What, somebody else went out there, tore up your house, and beat up your son?
John: (near tears) I don't remember.
Charles: Well, maybe you ought to see for yourself! (shows John his son lying unconscious)
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Graham: (about his mother) Her name was Lucy.
Caroline: Lucy? That's a pretty name.
Graham: Pa says it sometimes when he's been drinking, but that's the only time he ever talks about her.
Caroline: I knew she had died.
Graham: When I got born.
Caroline: Those things happen sometimes, Graham.
Graham: Pa must miss her something terrible, just like you'd miss Mr. Ingalls. When he gets drunk, it makes him mad.
Caroline: At you?
Graham: Yes. But only when he's drunk, and he never remembers.
Caroline: (long pause) What happened to your mother.....you musn't blame yourself for that, Graham.
Graham: I don't. Pa does.
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Caroline: Now, what would your father say if he knew you weren't going to have your supper?
Graham: He wouldn't notice. He's always drunk by suppertime.
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Caroline: We came here to help the boy, and all I hear is talk about punishing the father.
Mr. Kennedy: He's earned punishment!
Caroline: Hurt the father, and you hurt the boy, because he loves his father. Destroy the father, and you destroy the boy!
Reverend Alden: Doctor Baker?
Doc Baker: John Stewart is a sick man.
Mr. Kennedy: Yeah, right out of the bottle's sake!
Caroline: If one of your animals was sick, you'd do anything and everything in your power to cure it. Can you do any less for a sick man? Cure him, save him, and you save two people.
Mr. Kennedy: Oh, you're asking for the impossible!
Doc Baker: No, Kennedy, it's not impossible, given the right kind of help, and I'm talking about somebody watching him around the clock.
Harriet: Oh, for Heaven's sake, you can't make a silk purse out a sow's ear!
Mr. Kennedy: It would be a waste of time to try.
Harriet: Yes.
Caroline: Is that your answer? A chance to help a fellow human being, and you call it a waste?
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Caroline: How can anybody beat their child?
Charles: I don't know. It's hard to believe.
Caroline: It's even harder to believe that the boy still loves him.
Charles: Well, even a dog will stay with a master that beats him.
Caroline: That's not a very satisfying answer, Charles.
Charles: I'm afraid there are no answers, just facts. He beats the boy, and he may do it again.
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Charles: (about the man who beats his child) What can you do? The man's a drunk.
Doc Baker: You can't talk to him about his drinking. I've tried.
Charles: Reverend Alden has tried, too. He just won't listen.
Miss Beadle: Are you two telling me there's nothing that can be done?
Doc Baker: Well, if we weren't so doggone civilized, I'd suggest a public horse whipping!
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Charles: Where are the rest of the bottles?
John: What bottles?
Charles: (getting angry) Let's get a few things straight. The only reason I'm here is because my wife thinks there's something decent in every man, even you. I want to be with my family. Now, as long as we're gonna be together, you're gonna do what I say. Now put the rest of the whiskey on the table!
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Doc Baker: Is this where your Pa hit you?
Graham: No, sir. I fell out of a tree.
Doc Baker: Well, that must have been some tree.