Winter's Bone2010

Ree:
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.