Tanner Howard: Are you trying to make me mad? I said Dr. Pepper. This is Mr. Pibb.
Toby Howard: That's all they had.
Tanner Howard: Only assholes drink Mr. Pibb.
Toby Howard: Drink up.
Lawyer: Now, they can foreclose on Friday. Come hell or high water, be at the bank in Childress on Thursday. Knowing them f-ers, they will close early.
Toby: We'll be there.
Lawyer: Oh, and Toby, the trust needs to be managed by a bank. You really wanna cover your tracks? You get Texas Midland to handle this trust.
Toby: [Nods "okay"] (00:48:23)
Toby: How much you making on this deal?
Lawyer: Not as much as I'm risking.
Tanner: Why do it, then?
Lawyer: You know, they loaned your mother the least they could. Just enough to keep your mama poor on a guaranteed loan. Thought they could swipe her land for $25,000. That's just so arrogant, it makes my teeth hurt. To see you boys pay these bastards with their own money? [Chuckles] Well, if that ain't Texan, I don't know what is. (00:47:40)
Tanner Howard: Boy, You'd think there were ten of me.
T-Bone Waitress: I've been working here for 44 years. Ain't nobody ever ordered nothing but a T-Bone steak and baked potato. Except one time, this asshole from New York ordered a trout, back in 1987. We ain't got no goddamned trout.
Answer: When they bought the car they told the store owner not to report it stolen until Friday.