Ennis: Anything else ya wanna get off yer chest?
Jack: Yeah, as a matter of fact. My momma--ya know, she's a very religious woman.
Ennis: I supposed.
Jack: But she lived through the Great Depression, and once in a while, I hear her singin' this song, which I feel like singin' now:
Long-haired preachers come out every night
and they tell you what's wrong and what's right,
but when asked about something to eat
they will answer in voices so sweet:
You will eat
Bye and bye
In that wonderful land beyond the sky;
Work and pray,
live on hay
There'll be pie in the sky when you die.
You're too much for me, Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch. I wish I knew how to quit you."