Young Ones

Caleb Moore:
I will see what I can do.

Flem Lever:
Pray for rain.

Caleb Moore:
That sh*t will put me out of business.

Jerome Holm:
You should have let me help you, Ernest. I am not scared.

Ernest Holm:
How do you spell your name?

Jerome Holm:
What?

Ernest Holm:
Your name. How do you spell it?

Jerome Holm:
J-e-r-o-m-e.

Ernest Holm:
Jerome. Maybe you are more of a Jerry.

Jerome Holm:
I do not like that.

Ernest Holm:
No? Then why you call me Ernest?

Jerome Holm:
Because that is your name.

Ernest Holm:
Well I would prefer if you stuck with Dad.

Ernest Holm:
Yeah, that is all I am saying. You do not gotta marry her. You do not want to wait around thinking something is gonna come. Waiting is a f***ing disease. Think something? Feel something? You should do something. Alright?

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Jerome Holm:
I never saw this land when it was green. My father did. Hw worked it before the drought came. He used to talk about it all the time. He used to talk about the wheat they grew and the pride they felt. He always believed in the land. Even as the fights over water first divided states, then towns and then neighbours, most people who could, left. But he had his reasons for staying. He was convinced the land would come back. It just needed water. And he was right.

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Ernest Holm:
I never saw this land when it was green. My father did. He worked it before the drought came. He used to talk about it all the time. He used to talk about the wheat they grew and the pride they felt. He always believed in the land. Even as the fights over water first divided states, then towns and then neighbors, most people who could, left. But he had his reasons for staying. He was convinced the land would come back. It just needed water. And he was right.