Mama Lil: You got a man?
Novalee: No.
Mama Lil: Well, where is the prick who put you in this mess?
Novalee: California.
Mama Lil: That figures. All the pricks move to California. They should just call it Prickafornia.

Novalee: Oh, I got money. The president of Wal-Mart gave me five hundred dollars.
Mama Lil: Why, he's not the father of the baby, is he?
Novalee: No.
Mama Lil: Ah, shit.

Novalee: I just thought you deserved something better.
Forney: Something better than you? Novalee, there is nothing better than you.

Novalee: You tell them that our lives can change with every breath we take... and to hold on like hell to what they've got: each other, and a mother who would die for them and almost did... You tell them we've all got bad in us, but we've got goodness too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. And that's why we've got to make sure we pass it on.

Sister: The lord gives us obstacles.

Sister: Dear Lord, we ask that you bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies. And we ask forgiveness, Lord, for the fornication that Mr. Sprock and me commited this morning on this very table.

Novalee: How can you love someone so much even if you just met?

Novalee: I think I might be pregnant. You remember that guy I told you about last month?
Lexie: The good-lookin' mechanic?
Novalee: I don't know what's wrong with me. I didn't even want to be with him.
Lexie: Didn't he use anything?
Novalee: Just me.

Forney: Things went well?
Novalee: You bet.

Forney: Oh, you're under selling that.

Forney: Why would a man on a harley steal a woman's pillows?
Novalee: 'Cause he could, I guess.

Ruth: My name is Ruth Meyers. Call me Ruth Meyers.

Ruth: Jesus Christ, another guitar player. What's your name?
Willy Jack: Willie Jack Pickens.
Ruth: I bet you didn't even have to make that up, did you?
Willy Jack: What?
Ruth: So, you just carry that guitar around to keep your balance?
Willy Jack: You want me to play?
Ruth: What the fuck do you think I want you to do, call bingo? One tune; your best shot.
Willy Jack: Well, I wrote this one myself.
Ruth: I have goosebumps already.

Novalee: I ain't never lived in a house that didn't have wheels on it.

Ruth: I told you it wasn't going to be easy. I told you it would take two years to get you on the radio.
Willie Jack: But it's been two years.
Ruth: Well, then you know what?
Willie Jack: What?
Ruth: It's going to take three.