Dixie Carter Quotes

I’d like to see you try to have my job. Around here I’m more connected than a Kennedy. As for our animals, there is no rapin’ involved, they are more than willing, just ask your “girlfriend.” She is probably gettin’ a little animal lovin’, and it’s probably better than you, which is why she isn’t answering your calls. Also, we aren’t hillbillies, we are rednecks. Don’t you have a map fucktard, no mountains in this part of the state, but you bring your ass down here, and I’ll do you a solid. I’ll introduce you to the fuckin’ bubba-brigade. Have a good night, and if Mhisery ever rolls off the animal she is on, I’ll tell her you called.

I’d like to see you try to have my job. Around here I’m more connected than a Kennedy. As for our animals, there is no rapin’ involved, they are more than willing, just ask your “girlfriend.” She is probably gettin’ a little animal lovin’, and it’s probably better than you, which is why she isn’t answering your calls. Also, we aren’t hillbillies, we are rednecks. Don’t you have a map fucktard, no mountains in this part of the state, but you bring your ass down here, and I’ll do you a solid. I’ll introduce you to the fuckin’ bubba-brigade. Have a good night, and if Mhisery ever rolls off the animal she is on, I’ll tell her you called.

That was Clay's olive branch to Quinn, and if the sumbitch weren't as stubborn as a mule, he'd take it.

Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.

I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?” Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.

Are you two finished beatin' the hell out of each other? Mason, you slept with his sister, you know he deserved to get that punch in. Bellemy, you got your hit in. Now, leave it alone. He obviously loves her if he was willin' to call me for help.” Clay lifted his mug again, taking another sip before he continued. “Next one of you to throw a punch is out of here and won't get to know what is goin' on. It's a courtesy that I even let either of you in here or tell you the details of the investigation. Don't take advantage of my kind nature.

If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience

So, fiancé is it, now? I guess it was easier to say than to say she is the woman who took off on a brisk jog a thousand miles away from you shortly after the question was popped. Or sayin' you're the asshole her brother wants to kill for stickin' your dick in his sister after you were friends in high school.

Clay’s brow’s furrowed as the yuppie, Yankee, tone filled his ear. Who the hell could be dating a yuppie in Midnight? Sure, one could end up with a Yankee; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but a fucking yuppie?

Boy, as far as you’re concerned, my word is law, and you’re just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I’ll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin’s. Fuckin’ yuppie.

Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.

I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?” Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.

If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience

So, fiancé is it, now? I guess it was easier to say than to say she is the woman who took off on a brisk jog a thousand miles away from you shortly after the question was popped. Or sayin' you're the asshole her brother wants to kill for stickin' your dick in his sister after you were friends in high school

Clay’s brow’s furrowed as the yuppie, Yankee, tone filled his ear. Who the hell could be dating a yuppie in Midnight? Sure, one could end up with a Yankee; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but a fucking yuppie?

Boy, as far as you’re concerned, my word is law, and you’re just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I’ll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin’s. Fuckin’ yuppie.

That was Clay's olive branch to Quinn, and if the sumbitch weren't as stubborn as a mule, he'd take it.

I’m saying this is the South. And we’re proud of our crazy people. We don’t hide them up in the attic. We bring ‘em right down to the living room and show ‘em off. No one in the South ever asks if you have crazy people in your family. They just ask what side they’re on.” – Dixie Carter, better known as Julia Sugarbaker of Designing Women.

I considered that my job- to convey to them that I understood their world.

Some children don't have imaginations because they don't need them.

“No one in the South ever asks if you have crazy people in your family. They just ask what side they’re on.” --Julia, played by Tennessee Grits Dixie Carter, on Designing Women

I don't know that I ever became the person I was meant to be.