“What the hell was your pal Bertin demanding?” he asked. “Sipping syrup?”“It’s a cocktail he prefers when he gets, ah, overly excited.”“A cocktail?”“Of sorts. Lemon–lime soda, vodka, codeine in solution, and a Jolly Rancher candy.”“A what?”“Bertin prefers the watermelon–flavored variety.”D’Agosta shook his head. “Christ. Only in Louisiana.”“Actually, I understand the concoction originated in Houston.”

“Her delicate brows drew together. “As a rancher, surely he knows how to ride a horse.” “He can ride just fine. He took it into his head that he could break this rangy mustang, and it broke him instead.”-Houston and Amelia”

“Look at Rose Bertin. From an ordinary seamstress to the milliner”

“I know what he’s doing, what he’s getting at. And I understand it. I understand guilt. But when I nod my head and smile in agreement, it’s only for his benefit. What he doesn’t know is that I will never leave him like she did. Never. I’ll never choose a cushy life of means over the people I love. Never.”

“Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.”

“You know.... I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade ..... GET MAD! MAKE LIFE TAKE THE LEMONS BACK! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THESE? Demand to see life's manager, and make him rue the day that he gave you lemons. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I am the man who will burn your house down with lemons. I am going to get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon, which I will use to BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN!”