Because of Winn-Dixie
2005
(first lines) Opal: Safe!
Mr Alfred: I've been to several parties with no pickles... and not one of them was any fun.
Policeman: What in the name of corn on the cob is goin' on around here?
Policeman: (to a goat head-butting the police car) You are in violation of ordinance 29, the ramming with horny head of a police vehicle!
Opal: Music is better if someone's listening.
Otis: (sucking on a lozenge) Tastes like music. Reminds me of... being in jail. Opal: Otis... what were you in jail for? (he grunts uncomfortably) You don't have to tell me. I was just wondering. Otis: I never hurt anybody. Never meant to. But I've been locked up. I remember the day very well. I was sitting in a park playing a little music. And there were people walking their dogs and children were laughing. It was a perfect day so I felt like playing music. I put my... I put my hat out there... but I wasn't really playing for money I just thought that if maybe someone was enjoying it then they'd throw a little change in there... not much but just... Opal: Well music is better if somebody's listening. Otis: Anyways... this police man came up to me... he said I was disturbing the peace and then he tried to take my guitar away from me and I guess I got real angry at him. But I'm not a bad man. I'm just not (sung) a lucky man. (spoken) Anyway they told me that I broke that policeman's nose, and they charged me with assault on a police officer, and no matter what I said they wouldn't listen... no matter what I said they wouldn't... they gave me three years... I said I'm not a bad man I'm just not (sung) a lucky man. (spoken) but you, when I, when I look at you (sung) you are like a butterfly... a caterpillar's dream to fly. You bust out of your solid cocoon and dry your wings off. Butterfly... go ahead and fly.
Otis: No wait, miss. I can't... I can't just give you a job. I can't give you a... Opal: Thank you! You won't be sorry! I'm a real hard worker! (exits) Otis: That's nice. Thank you for listening. Have a nice day, ma'am. Have a nice day.
Gertrude the Parrott: Dog! Dog! DOG! Otis: (rolls eyes) I *know* it's a dog
Sweetie Pie Thomas: (points to Otis) That man is magic. He's a magic man.
Policeman: Don't you sass me, you naughty goose!
Opal: Did the animals escape from their cages? Otis: No. I left the cages open. Opal: You just let them roam around? Otis: (embarrassed) I don't know... it's no good being locked up.
Opal: Well you can't shoot a church-goin' dog. It would be a sin.
Otis: Why don't you sweep up? Opal: With your guitar?
Opal: I could work for you! Come in and sweep the floors, and straighten up shelves and take out the trash. I could do that. Otis: Well that's what *I* do. Opal: (looks down at dirty floor) Oh. You must sure need some help.