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A recently widowed woman is on the road with her precocious young son, determined to make a new life for herself as a singer.
Flo: I could lay under you, eat fried chicken and do a crossword puzzle at the same time; that's how much you bother me.
David: [Tommy's milking a cow] Hey, Tommy, watch the fingernails. Tommy: Well, Christ, she's got tits the size of cucumbers. What do you expect? Alice: Ahem. I don't know where he gets that language, I really don't. Tommy: Think real hard, it'll come to you, lady.
Alice: Mott the Hoople AGAIN?
Flo: She went to shit and the hogs ate her!
[last lines] Tommy: [final lines] You really love David, don't you? Alice: Yep, I do. Tommy: Yeah, I like him too, I just hate his taste in music. He always said you could fight with somebody and still like him. Alice: Hey, now you're using your old noggin! Thanks pal! [hugs and kisses] Alice: My boy! Tommy: Mom, mom, I can't breathe!
David: So who's stoppin' ya?... Pack yer bags; I'll take you to Monterey... I don't give a damn about that ranch.
Tommy: Put in another quarter and try again...
Tommy: Life is short. Alice: Yeah, well, so are you.
Alice: [after Tommy, was being a smart aleck] If you open your mouth, once more, I swear to God, I'm gonna nail it shut. Tommy: [Opens his mouth] Alice: I'm warning you, Tommy. I'm gonna throw you out, and you're gonna walk the last mile home. [Tommy makes, faces at his mother] Alice: Get out! [Kicks Tommy, out of the car, and Alice drives away]
Audrey: Tucson's the weird capital of the world... WEIRD.
Alice: [while driving Tommy home from the police station] Ya look like you've been embalmed.
Audrey: [as Audrey is leaving the police station] So long, suckers!
Ben: [Brandishing a switchblade, at Rita] If you don't drag your ass, out that door or, I'll cut you. I'll cut your ass [Kicks Rita, on the backside] Ben: , GET OUT!
Alice: I AM a singer.
Tommy: He asked us out there Sunday. Alice: Farmer John's just gonna have to get along without me, I can tell you that. Tommy: I want to go. Alice: No. Tommy: [Jumping on the couch] Yes! Alice: No! Tommy: YES! Alice: NO! Tommy: [Kicks the couch] Shit!
Tommy: Mom, are we in Arizona yet? Alice: If you ask me that one more time, I'm gonna beat you to death. Just sit back there and relax and enjoy life, huh? Tommy: Life is short. Alice: So are you.
Tommy Hyatt: Shoot the dog. Shoot the dog. Shoot the dog.