The Fox and the Hound 22006

Dixie:
(after getting whacked by a loose floorboard) Darn this one-horse, two-bit, free-timing fair!

Cash:
Now, Dixie, it ain't like it smacked your singing. Can we get back to rehearsing, please?

Dixie:
I refuse to work under these conditions.

Granny Rose:
Uh-oh. Here we go.

Cash:
Well, I'll tell you what, Dixie. You rehearse, and afterwards I'll give that piece of wood a good ol' talking-to.

Floyd:
I got two bones on Dixie.

Waylon:
I'll cover that.

Dixie:
It just so happens I am a professional, and my standards...

Cash:
Oh, now Dixie, darling, you put on that same old record every day. Ain't it just about wore out by now?

Dixie:
You have some nerve talking to me that way, Cash. If your ear were any more tin, they could can beans with it.

Cash:
Well, you listen to me, Miss Fancy Tail. In a couple of days, we will be in front of that talent scout from the Grand Old Opry.

Dixie:
I get possibly maimed for life, and all you can talk about is the Grand Old Opry?

Cash:
Oh, now, Dixie...

Dixie:
I'll be in my trailer.

Cash:
Darling, we got a show to do. You can't just walk...

(Dixie leaves)

Cash:
...away. (long pause as Floyd pays Waylon on their bet) Sometimes I dislike that woman.

Granny Rose:
(chuckling) If they disliked each other any more they' have to get hitched.