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Meteorologist on TV: And in today's weather... well, not much for the outdoor types, but you farmers are going to love this. The current 30-day forecast released by the U.S. meteorological station in Portland calls for moderating temperatures and lots of rain. Castle County is going to turn green so fast in the next month that it's going to be almost miraculous. Jordy Verrill's Banker: $200 for a broken meteor?!! Mr. Verrill, you must be joking! I wouldn't give you two cents!! Jordy Verrill's Doctor: I'm sorry, Mr. Verrill, but… those fingers have got to come off. This is going to be extremely painful, Mr. Verrill! Mrs. Danvers: Shall I glaze the ham now, ma'am? Jordy Verrill's Father: You ain't gonna get in that tub, are ya? It's the water that it wants, Jordy! Don't ya know that? You get in that water, Jordy, you might as well sign your death warrant!

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Stan: I told you before, I didn't want you to read this crap! I never saw such rotten crap in my life! Where do you get this shit? Who sells it to you? I'm talking to you, young man! You wanna answer me when I'm talking to you! You remember who puts the friggin' bread on the table around here, don't you? Billy's mother: Stan, don't be too hard on him. All the kids read them. Stan: My boy isn't "all the kids"! Wanna know where this is going, Billy? In the garbage! Right into the friggin' garbage! Now, you got any smart mouth about that? Billy: I don't see how it's any worse than the books you keep in your dresser! Those ones under your underwear. Those sex books! Billy's mother: Stan, you didn't have to— Stan: Hit him? Not only do I find out he's reading this crap, he's a goddamn little snoop as well! Billy: No, it wasn't like that! You asked for me to get your cufflinks! It was on Sunday! Billy's mother: The windows are open downstairs. I'd better go down and close them or the rain wil

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Stan: You see that crap? All that horror crap? Things coming out of crates and eating people? Dead people coming back to life? People turning into weeds, for Christ's sake?! Billy's mother: Well, yes I did, but I... Stan: Well, do you want him reading that stuff?! Billy's mother: Well, no, but... Stan: All right, then! I took care of it. That's why God made fathers, babe. That's why God made fathers. Billy: [about his father] I hope you rot in Hell!

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Henry "Hank" Blaine: Who's coming out, Cass? Richard Grantham: You mean Cass hasn't told you about dotty old great Aunt Bedelia? The patriarch of our clan? Hank: Isn't she the one who was supposed to have...? Sylvia Grantham: Supposed to have murdered her father? Yes. Bedelia is my aunt. Which means that she is Richard and Cass's great aunt. Which also means that she's older than God. But her father, Nathan Grantham, was even older and meaner than that. Richard: He was hysterically jealous of Bedelia all his life. A complete Freudian relationship. Then, when he was about 184, he had a stroke. And lucky Bedelia, she got to nurse him full-time. Then she met a fella. Yes, sir, a real September courtship. Cass Blaine: September courtship! This was October or November, at the very latest. He was 75! And Aunt Bedelia is... Sylvia: Never mind, my dears. The point is Bedelia loved her rather elderly beau, and her own father had him murdered! Richard: Yarbro was the guy's name and he supposedly

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Sylvia: Bedelia was always very unstable, even when she was much younger. After the death of her gentleman friend, she grew steadily worse. Hank: Why Father's Day? Sylvia: Because that was the day of the tragedy. And she is overwhelmed with her own guilt. She will go to her father's grave and meditate for about an hour. Then she will come inside and we'll all sit down to a nice baked ham dinner. The three of us... I'm so sorry, Henry... the four of us, who now owe her so very much.

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Bedelia Grantham: Happy Father's Day. I didn't know I had it in me. I'm your daughter, right? You bootlegger! Killer! Murderer!! Ungrateful bastard! You shouldn't have killed Peter, you know. He was a man, right? A real man! See? Everything I wanted, he wanted for me!! You stupid bastard. You screwed it all up. You screwed up my mother; you screwed me up. You got me so mad... drove me crazy. [imitating Nathan Grantham] "I want my cake, Bedelia! You bitch!" You called me a bitch! Sylvia fixed it all! Ashtray back in place! Chair overturned!! A fall, daddy, a bad fall. Nobody could catch us. Nobody. You taught me. You taught Sylvia. You taught us all. [accidentally spills her bottle of whiskey on the ground] So peaceful here... [A dead hand suddenly bursts out of the ground. Bedelia turns around and sees that Nathan has come back as a zombie and is crawling out of his own grave.] No!! NO!!! [continues screaming as Nathan speaks] Nathan Grantham's corpse: Where's my cake, Bedelia? [Bedeli

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