Ernest Tucker: The funny thing about that little white speck on the top of chicken shit. That little white speck is chicken shit too.
Harley Tucker: You're quite a talented man, Mr. Wyatt.
Dusty Wyatt Chandler: And you're quite a woman, Ms. Harley.
Lula Rogers: If is wasn't for me, you would probably still be singing in some run-down rat hole for a bunch of fat cowgirls from Iowa.
Dusty Wyatt Chandler: Yeah, and if it wasn't for me, you would probably be a waitress there.
Dusty Wyatt Chandler: Man, I should've known you'd find me. How'd you do it?
Earl Blackstock: Oh, something to do with trees and roots. You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Dusty Wyatt Chandler: Grandma Ivy.
Answer: Seeing someone in person in a common environment is very different from seeing them in a venue-type setting where you're not looking for them.