Larry: I’ll tell you one thing, we ain’t selling that damn bar. Look at you. This is who I married. You went away, now you’re back.
Ladonna: What the hell are you talking about, Larry? You hate the bar. You always did.
Larry: Hate it to death. But we ain’t selling it. And we ain’t staying in Baton Rouge neither. We comin’ home. All of us. You ain’t gonna be who you are, otherwise. I see it now. Come on, baby.