- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: [about to soothe Clay's sore muscles] I have just the solution.
- Clay Fallmont: I was hoping you'd say that.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: This.
- [produces bottle]
- Clay Fallmont: This is horse liniment.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: [naughty sparkle in eyes, challenging him] Don't think you're man enough? On the sofa.
- Clay Fallmont: I was hoping you'd say that too.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: That's not true.
- Buck Fallmont: [through drunken stupor] Hmm?
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: You've obviously been reading those lies in the Denver Mirror.
- Clay Fallmont: And for you to attack Sammy Jo-...
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: I can speak for myself, Clay. Thank you. There was a time, Mr. Fallmont, when I couldn't speak for myself, because I didn't know who I was. But what I know now is that I made a lot of mistakes. And thanks to Blake and Krystle, I discovered I do have some value. The only thing that counts is bring honest with yourself and not blaming others for your own mistakes. It's a shame you do not know them better. You could learn something from them too.
- [Mr. Fallmont even seems to sober up somewhat, and Mrs. Fallmont smiles]
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Now,
- [rising from the table]
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: if you'll excuse me...
- [starts leaving]
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: I'm sorry, Mrs. Fallmont.
- Emily Fallmont: Me too.
- Clay Fallmont: Sammy Jo - -
- [glares at inebriated father, then leaves]