Winter's Bone2010

Satterfield:
Look, I don't want to kick your dad's ass, all right? I just want to keep the judge off mine.

Ree:
Dad's dead. He didn't show for court 'cause he's lyin' dead somewhere.

Satterfield:
When was the last time you saw him?

Ree:
A couple weeks.

Satterfield:
Who's he running around with? Where they all hanging out?

Ree:
He doesn't tell me that stuff, sir.

Satterfield:
Now, you know I got the legal right to go in there hunting the man, anyplace I want.

Ree:
I know you'd be wasting your time and pissing me off. Jessup Dolly is dead. He’s lying in a crappy grave somewhere or become piles of sh*t in a hog pen. Maybe he’s been left out plain in the open, but wherever he is, he’s there dead.

Satterfield:
And you know this how?

Ree:
You must’ve heard what Dolly’s are, ain’t you, mister?

Satterfield:
Well, I’ve heard what some are anyhow, and I have bonded a few.

Ree:
I’m a Dolly, bred’n buttered, and that’s how I know Dad’s dead.

Satterfield:
How old are you?

Ree:
Seventeen.