“I'm not a whore, Dee-Ann. You can't just come here to use and abuse me before going on your merry way. Unless, of course, you're naked.”

“Heifer.”“Rich man’s whore!”“At least mine can cook the food he eats. And replaces it, too.”“Now see, Dee-Ann Smith. That was just mean!”

“He's just watching out for you, Desiree.' Dee patted Mace's arm. 'Bless his heart.'Mace growled. 'I know that's not a compliment, Dee-Ann.”

“Blayne turned her head to look at Gwen, but caught sight of Dee-Ann standing behind them."Ahh! Where the hell did you come from?""Momma says from the love she shares with my daddy," Dee calmly replied.”

“She decided to be honest. “You”—she pointed at Dee-Ann—“kill at the slightest provocation. I hit for no other reason than I feel like it. And MacDermot is rude and abrasive.” Cella put her arms around each woman’s shoulders and hugged them in tight. “Oh, my God! I just realized. I love you guys!”“You’re touchin’ me,” Dee-Ann complained.“Yeah, but at least this time it’s not ’cause I’m hitting you.”

“Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on this raised knees. "I am fixin' to get mad, Jessie."You're fixin' to get mad?""Yeah.""Why don't you just get mad?""I'm not there yet. But I will be if you don't start talking to me."Smitty to Jessie Ann”

“I'm a whore!"Miki hit the brakes...her hands.. gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Sara. "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"Sara let out a strangled squeal...”