“You’re not so bad-looking yourself. A bit too clean, like a metrosexual fella. Probably got a bunch of antiaging cream in your bathroom or something, but you in Dixie now, boy. You walk around looking pretty and these Southern girls… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“The Lord gave you a backbone because He wanted you to use it. So use it.” — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“By the way,” he said. “You know that little black thing that you carry around? It rings and beeps and stuff?” “My phone?” “Try… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“For an immature little preppy guy, you're pretty smart." "An immature little preppy guy ?" he repeated in an outraged tone of voice. "You… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“Better feed him more beans or you’re going to have a midget on your hands, Wiley,” he said. “It’s bad enough to be deaf,… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm and the sweetness of innocence.” — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“Don’t swear in front of my kids, Papaw,” Bill said hotly. “Daddy, hush,” Mama said. “I’ll swear anytime I goddamn want to, Billy Cantrell,”… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“God, fate, the universe, luck - we had been thrown together in this thing we call life for reasons we might never be able… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“I knew you’d say yes. You’re so easy.” “You’ve obviously never tried to get into my pants.” — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“Oh, sorry, I’m thinking about Cousin Mary. Talk about a dog. That girl was so ugly we had to put a bag over her… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“It’s good,” Jackson said. “You’re just saying that,” I replied. “No, really, it’s good. A little greasy….” “The grease is part of the charm,”… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“We don’t hide crazy,” I said. “We put it on the porch and let it entertain the neighbors.” — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
“Kids are always hanging on your tits,” I added. “By the time they grow up, you’ve got tits down to your knees and curvature… — Nick Wilgus Copy Share Image
