Bo: So what are you gonna tell Leta?
Sam: That he’s dead?
Bo: Yeah, she damn near ripped your ears off the last time you brought Bart home when he was alive.
Sam: Well, maybe we should get the autopsy started before we call her.
Bo: Not an ice cube's chance in hell. The boys don’t got a phone and Doc Kinman and Daisy are out in the boonies delivering that baby. Do you think that woman can drop that baby after delivering sixteen?
Bo: Sixteen, seventeen.
Abigail: Tell me all the ways that you love me.
Sam: Well...I love you like the stars love the sky...like the sea loves the sand...like the flowers love the bees.
Abigail: I love you, Daddy.
Al: You’re a male of the Caucasian persuasion, fortyish, and you’re a…what is this…(looks at his uniform)...er…sheriff…you’re a sheriff of a small town.
Sam: (impatiently) Al…Al…I know that, okay? My last name is Fuller, I’ve got a daughter named Abigail. Now tell me something I don’t know!
Al: Clayton’s wife isn’t dead.
Al: She’s in a private aslym just off Parish Road called Peach Hill for the mentally ill.
Sam: That’s great, Al. She’ll be able to give us some answers.
Al: Yeah if she’s not too mentally ill.
Sam: Listen Al, I need you to have Ziggy find out what happened to Laura’s family. The Blanchette family. Blanchette.
Al: Whaddaya mean, what happened to them?
Sam: Well…except for Abagail’s mother, Laura, they were all murdered.
Al: By who?
Sam: Laura’s mother -- Reta Blanchette and then killed herself.
Al: Get outta here! She killed her own kids?
Sam: Yeah, she…she slit their throat then she…slit her own throat.
Al: This is too weird. Well, we know that Laura’s still alive. No wonder she’s in the nut house. Where you going?
Sam: To meet my wife.