Quotes
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J.R. Ewing : [as Afton squawks through song she's practicing] Afton!
Afton Cooper : Hi. Just a minute.
J.R. Ewing : Now.
Afton Cooper : [obeys reluctantly] What's the matter?
J.R. Ewing : You know damn well what's the matter. Vaughn Leland... You're turning him off.
Afton Cooper : J.R., you have the loan. I don't have to spend any time with him now.
J.R. Ewing : Since when did you start making decisions like that?
Afton Cooper : Well, I thought...
J.R. Ewing : Don't. Vaughn is very nervous right now. I want you to calm him down. And I don't wanna hear any more complaints from him... about you being cold.
Afton Cooper : J.R., you know that I would do almost anything for you. I mean, look how far I went with Cliff Barnes. I slept with him. I drugged him. But... Vaughn Leland is a pig. He touches me and my skin crawls.
J.R. Ewing : This is important to me.
Afton Cooper : [sighs] Please, J.R., I don't want him within ten feet of me. Can't you find another girl?
J.R. Ewing : Are you gonna give up your career here in Dallas?
Afton Cooper : J.R., don't...
J.R. Ewing : And a lucrative recording contract? And maybe a nice singing job in one of the better hotels downtown? You really gonna do that?
Afton Cooper : [sighs, then after a long pause:] All right.
J.R. Ewing : [chuckles, pats her cheek] I knew you would.
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Ray Krebbs : I don't believe it, J.R. After everything that's happened to you, you're laughing about the price of oil.
J.R. Ewing : Well, if you were a genuine Ewing with oil in your veins instead of fertilizer, you'd know what I'm talking about.
Ray Krebbs : [rising] J.R...!
Donna Culver Krebbs : Oh, Ray, it isn't worth it.
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J.R. Ewing : I don't know how you're gonna do that. Old Punk's down in South America.
Sue Ellen Ewing : I'm going in on this one alone, J.R.
J.R. Ewing : [little sigh] Ray, you don't have enough money to go in on something like that on your own.
Bobby Ewing : Uh, look,
[checks watch]
Bobby Ewing : I think it's time we left. We're gonna miss that plane. I'll talk to you later, Miss Ellie.
Sue Ellen Ewing : [as he leaves with Donna] Miss Ellie.
J.R. Ewing : Hey, Donna.
[chuckles]
J.R. Ewing : You know, Sam Culver will be spinning in his grave if he ever knew some cowboy sweet-talked you out of his hard-earned graft.
[laughs merrily, then, pushed, topples backwards into the swimming pool]
J.R. Ewing : Oh, God!
