Brickell: Let me ask you something Bart, what are you running from?

Bart: My dad. He, uh, he...

Brickell: ...he beat you, didn't he? Ya ain't got no poker face kid.

Bart: I carry that. I have to live with that, you know. I always will.

Brickell: Then write about it. Stop running from it. Let that pain become your inspiration.

Brickell: What is the name of your band again?

Bart: It is "Mercy Me". Because when I told my Memaw that we were starting a band, she was like "Mercy me, get a real job!" And I was like: "Oh, Memaw."

[groaning]

Bart: And the guys were like "Did she really say that?" and I was like "Yeah, we have to name the band mercy me". So we called it.

Memaw: Imagine what he is seeing up there, just imagine!

Brickell: [to Bart] Son, the sheer volume of words that comes out of your mouth is exhausting. You are not ready. That's what I think.

Brickell: [to Bart] You got talent, you got potential, you can sing, but I don't think you found your song, found your soul.

Young Shannon: Bart, I'm terrified you saw what was written in my journal. Did you?

Young Bart: No. Wh-what're you talking about?

Young Shannon: You're lying. You saw every word, didn't you?

Young Bart: Maybe.

Young Shannon: Well, then here goes. You know what I think? I think that someday we're gonna fall in love, get married, and that's our destiny. And now I'm mortified. I'm gonna walk down this hill and help Kent.

Young Bart: Wa-wa-wa-wait wait. Shannon, please stay.

Young Shannon: Why? Afraid of the dark? Afraid of monsters?

Young Bart: I just don't like being alone.

Arthur: Dreams don't pay the bills. Nothing good comes from them. All it does is keeping you from knowing what is real.