TOD: You're real good at getting into trouble. 'Course you're good at something, Copper. We just gotta figure out what. You know what you need? A little fun. I wonder if there's a county fair around here. Come to think of it, there is!
COPPER: In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little tied up right now.
TOD: Nothing a fox can't fix.
TOD: What do you wanna do first?
CHILD: Mom! Fireworks, fireworks! Balloons! Ice cream! Come on!
TOD: Oh, yeah.
COPPER: We've gotta see 'em.
TOD: Smack at sundown.
COPPER AND TOD: Shake on it!
COPPER: There's that sound again. Sounds pretty good.
TOD: Sounds like somebody got their tail stuck in a door.
CASH: Voice like an angel with looks to match.
GRANNY ROSE: Oh, please.
DIXIE: Oh, my poor... Darn this one-horse, two-bit, free-timing fair!
CASH: Now, Dixie, it ain't like it smacked your singing. Can we get back to rehearsing?
DIXIE: I refuse to work under these conditions.
GRANNY ROSE: Uh-oh. Here we go.
CASH: Well, I'll tell you what, Dixie. You rehearse, and afterwards I'll give that piece of wood a good old talking-to.
FLOYD: I got two bones on Dixie.
WAYLON: I'll cover that.
DIXIE: It just so happens I am a professional, and my standards...
CASH: Oh, now, Dixie, darling, you put on that same old record every day. Ain't it just about wore out by now?
DIXIE: You have some nerve talking to me that way. If your ear were any more tin, they could can beans with it.
CASH: Well, you listen to me, Miss Fancy Tail. In a couple of days, we will be in front of that talent scout from the Grand Old Opry.
DIXIE: I get possibly maimed for life, and all you can talk about is the Grand Old Opry?
CASH: Now, Dixie...
DIXIE: I'll be in my trailer.
CASH: Darling, we got a show to do. You can't just walk... away. Sometimes I dislike that woman.
GRANNY ROSE: If they disliked each other any more, they'd have to get hitched.
LYLE SNOTGRASS: We're o...
LYLE SNOTGRASS: Sorry, fellas. Oh, I can tell right now, this is gonna be the worst show of all time! It's gonna be the worst! OK, let's have fun out there!
FLOYD: Cash, who will sing Dixie's part?
CASH: Just give me a second.
WAYLON: I do a pretty good Dixie.
CASH: Waylon, I don't picture you doing Dixie... Sit! OK. Here's the good news. Granny Rose, you are singing Dixie's part.
GRANNY ROSE: Me?
CASH: Oh, she's gonna love this one.
SHOW PRESENTER: We have a real treat for you now. Lyle Snotgrass and The Singin' Strays.
MOTHER TO HIS KID: You could almost swear them dogs are really singing.
CASH: Come on, kid. Sing with us.
CASH: Yeah! Oh, yeah.
LYLE SNOTGRASS: Thank you. Thank you very much.
GRANNY ROSE: Hot dog! Listen to 'em, Cash. They love that number.
CASH: Yeah, and if a cow had wheels, it'd be a milk truck. That song is hokey. They're clapping for this little puppy.
GRANNY ROSE: Well, the kid's cute, all right.
CASH: Kid, I'll tell you what. You can sing! You got pipes of gold.
TOD: You sure do!
CASH: Hey, kid, what's your name?
CASH: Well Copper, thanks for getting us out of a tight spot.
COPPER: It was fun!
CASH: You got a future in show business, kid. You come back and see us in a couple of years, you hear?
WAYLON: Yep, in a couple of years.
FLOYD: 'Cause being in a band takes maturity. What? What?