"I was listening to this song today while I was driving and something horrible happened."
"I realized I was listening to country music. And I really liked it."
"What is wrong with that?"
"What is wrong with that? Have you been paying attention? I live in Oregon, Friend One! And not just anywhere in Oregon, but Hippyland-ATHEISTVILLE Oregon! "
"I like country."
"Yes, but it's different. You affect liking country. You put on a pair of snappy heeled cowgirl boots and a denim skirt, and you look good. You look like city trying to be country, but in a charming way. Me? I'm, like, two steps from being trailer trash! I have to stick with my se7en jeans or I am totally screwed!"
"Are you turning all class consious on me?"
"Look, all I'm saying is that you either have to be sufficiently rural or sufficiently urban to pull off the country look. I'm neither. I have no street cred. And I have no cow cred."
"You have that Republican, Christian boyfriend who is going to be a chaplain for the VA now."
"Well that, darlin', gives you tons of cred. Cow. And street, even."
"What song were you listening to again?"
(sigh) "That Chesney song about the tractor being sexy."
"You, girl, are gonna be just fine."