Loreen: "Wait, don't forget your lunch. Here. If you're gonna go trading your apples for cupcakes, you better make sure you get two for one, okay?"
Loreen: "Look, I don't want to know who, because as long as I don't know who, I can just keep on pretending that it's nobody. That sounded pretty dumb, didn't it?"
Albert: "When I retired from the bench, I promised myself I wouldn't take on any more problems, make any more judgments."
Loreen: "Well, I'm sure that comes as a great relief to the criminal population of the state, but, Uncle Albert, kinfolk could use a meddling sometimes, don't you think?"
Billy: "About this, uh... dying business, I'm not real sure whether I'm gonna live or die. But, um... I'm gonna need your help, either way."
Loreen: "I'll probably say this only once, Billy. So, I want you to sit down and listen real close. I would consider it a privilege, Billy Wendell. I love you far too much, you know that."
Billy: "You know what my trouble is, don't you? I just never could believe my good luck."
Loreen: "Well, there's something a girl can tell herself on a rainy day."
Albert: "What'd they say?"
Loreen: "So far, so good."
Albert: "Is that how Washington doctors talk now? So far, so good?"
Loreen: "The exact medical term is 'Holding our own'."
