A Home of Our Own

Narrator:
When you're really really poor, everything you see is something you can't have.

Frances Lacey:
[In reference to her husband, who passed away] That no-good vagabond Irish Catholic son-of-a-b*tch!

Frances Lacey:
[Attempting to negotiate a deal to purchase a man's property, when it's obvious she hasn't got any money] I've heard that the greenback dollar isn't the only way to get things done in this great country of ours.

Craig Lacey:
[Rolling a tumbleweed off the porch] Goodbye, Tumbleweed!

Narrator:
Mama traded our tires for some furniture. Mr. Moon wanted the name of the guy who bought them. Said he wanted proof that he wasn't the only fool in town.

Frances Lacey:
Are you a praying man, Mr. Moon?

Mr. Munimura:
I'm a failed Catholic!... But, yes.

Frances Lacey:
We're not religious either, but a taste of it couldn't hurt, and who knows? It might take on one of these heathens.

Shayne Lacey:
You care more about this stupid shack then you do about any of us!

Shayne Lacey:
Oh, mom you look great!

Frances Lacey:
Really?

Shayne Lacey:
Yeah!