"I just couldn't tell mama I didn't get asked to the dance."
"It's alright. Some things you just got to keep to ourselves, right?"
"All the boys say I'm ugly. Mama was third runner up in Miss South Carolina and I just..."
"Oh, you quit feelin' sorry for yourself. Now, that's ugly. Ugly is somethin' that grows up inside you. It's mean and hurtin', like them boys. Now, you're not one of them, is you? I didn't think so, honey."