Coal Miner's Daughter

Radio station manager:
You're number fourteen, nationwide!

Loretta Lynn:
Hey Doolittle Lynn, who's that sow you got wallowin' in your jeep?

Loretta Lynn:
A sow, that's a woman pig!

Loretta Lynn:
I'm warning you Doolittle, I'd better never catch you with trash like that again!

Doolittle:
Mr. Webb, me and Loretta are thinkin' about gettin' married, if it's alright with you.

Ted Webb:
Go ask Clary.

Doolittle:
Mrs. Webb, me and Loretta is thinkin' about gettin' married tomorrow.

Clara Webb:
Go ask Ted.

Loretta Webb:
Doo, Where are you goin'?

Doolittle:
Ted says go ask Clary; Clary says go ask Ted; I don't know.

Loretta Webb:
Wait 'til they go to bed; then you'll be able to catch them together.

Loretta:
I done wrote me a song Betty Sue. Your mama dadgome songwriter now.

Loretta Lynn:
Thank you baby

Loretta:
This food's cold.

Doolittle:
That's 'cause it froze on the way over here from the damn restaurant. You want a hot breakfast, you got to come with me.

Loretta:
You think I'm going over there with you and all them folks knowin' what we been doin' in here?

Doolittle:
Hell's Bells, Loretta. You think this is somethin' the rest of the world ain't caught onto yet? They don't give a damn.

Patsy Cline:
People are wantin' to know who you've been sleepin' with to get on the Opry so quick.

Loretta Lynn:
Well, I never... who would say such a thing?

Patsy Cline:
All those girl singers who've been sleepin' with everybody and *still* ain't got on the Opry.

Radio station manager:
And come off that dumb hillbilly act!

Doolittle:
If you knew Loretta, you'd know that ain't no act.

Loretta Lynn:
Thank you, honey.

Doolittle:
Get in and I'll drive you home.

Loretta:
I ain't gettin' in that thing. It looks like somethin' for Mars.

Doolittle:
Girl, what the hell do you know about Mars? I'll bet you ain't never been outside the mouth of this holler.

Loretta:
I know I ain't gettin' in that thing. If you like it so much; you can walk me home.

Doolittle:
Oh, Loretta; them pies ain't the only thing salty about you. Wait a minute; I'm comin'.

Loretta Lynn:
An' stoppa that growlin'. You sound like a big ol' bar.

Lee Dollarhide:
If you're born in Kentucky you've got three choices; coal mine, moonshine or move it on down the line.

If you were born in Kentucky, you've got three choices; coal mine, moonshine or move it on down the line.