L.D. NEWSOME
(picks up the carving tools)
Hell, we don't eat with our eyes.
(looks at Lureen)
You want your son to grow up to be a man,
don't you, daughter?
(direct look at Jack)
Boys should watch football.
JACK
(stands up -- barely maintains
his composure)
Not until he finishes the meal his mama
spent three hours fixin'. [screenplay]