Sophie Ware is a musician who returns to run the family farm after her father's death. She struggles with the operation and is surprised by ...更多>
Sophie: You never get used to them, do you? Alex: Beg your pardon? Sophie: Sunsets. Alex: Maybe you would if she'd ever repeat one. Annie: [about Alex] He sure is one beautiful man though. Sophie: Between you and me, he makes the backs of my knees sweat. Robert: [about Bennie's bloody nose] Grapevine has it he up and hit Greg Foley in the fist with his nose. [after Sophie has just broken a date with Robert] Irene McCallum: Well, I for one think Robert is quite the gorgeous thing. Sophie: Well, he's free tonight. Vera Ware: High heels. High-heeled shoes. I came here with one... only one pair - the bridesmaid's shoes. The mice made a bed in them the first season. Vera Ware: Will you put away your father's books? You don't know mange from hoof rot! Sophie: So I understand you were away for a while? But you came back, I guess. Alex: Yeah. Sophie: For good? Alex: Oh, I don't know. Four men in one house is pretty tough. Sophie: Try two women. Alex: Why are you staying here, anyway? Sophie: Because I don't want to spend my life in some smoky bar wearing a sequined top playing "New York, New York" to potential heart attack victims, that's why! Robert: There are a few things you don't know about Mr. B. Sophie: Gossip is so attractive in a man. Vera Ware: I don't see what you're going to talk about. He's not educated. Now I'm only thinking of you. Now you know I don't care, but other people... He's... Irene McCallum: Ukranian! Sophie: We're going to a movie, not breeding. Alex: I know I could do something with that place of yours. Sophie: Why don't you just buy it then? Alex: Because every rancher needs a wife! Sophie: But should every wife have a rancher? Robert: You know about those Ukranian guys - with the exception of myself, of course. Sophie: Meaning what? He's after my ranch, but you're just after my body, right? Sophie:
All right, Alex, how about we simply court in the traditional, time-honored fashion. Okay, we have a quick bout of nude wrestling, followed by confessions of doubt, leading to mutual rejection and if by some miracle we find it's true love, we'll cry, say we're sorry and then wrestle some more. I'm not marrying a man I don't know, Alex.
Sophie: Listen, I'll tell you, I finally figured out who those university men wanted to date - versions of themselves with long hair and tits. Eleanor: Kind of makes you think of the old girl stuck in the shack waiting for her man to come home. She's lighting her little lamp - nobody to talk to but entirely unfashionable rats. Sophie: There are no rats in Alberta. Eleanor: Ah, no, any man who sticks a woman out here is definitely a rat! [Alex gives his estragned son a horse] Bennie: Gift's a good idea. You want a beer? Alex: [nods] You gonna have one? Bennie: Hell, I'm only thirteen. I'll take the horse.