Elly May Duke
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Enos: I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be like this myself, but with Boss dead. . .I feel like you're a little safer. -
Enos: What? I know, that was wrong of me to say, but really Daisy.
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Enos: Didn't think so. Well I don't reckon Boss will fire me if I don't show up for work tomorrow.
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Enos: I don't reckon you feel like eating do you?
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(Okay. I was about to go anyway) The two of them leave Bo: Come on Uncle Jesse, let's go. Jesse: *nods and he and Granny head on out with Bo and Luke*
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Lulu: Come on. We'll go back to the house and you can get some rest. I'll get dinner started.
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Enos: What are we going to do? Deputy and Sheriff? This is confusing.
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Jesse: Roscoe? Who do you reckon is going to take over Commissioner now that Boss is gone?
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Jesse: Yes. . .Maybe someday we'll have some young'uns to share it with.
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Rosce: *smiles remembering* Well Daisy, you're in a weird way like a daughter to me. What else would I do?
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Jesse: It's okay daisy.
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Roscoe: Name one Daisy.
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Roscoe: *shrugs* Least I'll have done something good in my life.
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Roscoe: Couldn't have been as bad as mine, but really I will take the blame for Jamie Lee getting killed.
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Roscoe: I know it ain't nothin. What is it?
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Roscoe: What daisy?
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Roscoe: *Babbles* Don't worry I'll take the blame. (He been drinkin too?)
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Roscoe: I guess y'all saw what happend to my little fat buddy? Jamie poisoned him.
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Jesse: I think we all ought to go and Leave Daisy and Enos. They've got enough problems without us. Just then Roscoe walks in. Lulu: Oh Roscoe. Roscoe: Hey sis.
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Daisy: *Starts crying again* Bo: Wait. . .she never told us about that. Lulu: Me either. Boys you've got to do something.
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Bo: What about Uncle Jesse? What is Roscoe gonna do now that Boss is dead?
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Daisy: This still doesn't solve our problem. What are we going to do?
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Daisy: It's all right Lily. You needed to know sometime.
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Daisy: Yeah. . .and we don't like to talk about her much because it makes us sad. She had been sick for a while before she died. I was takin care of her and then one day I came in to check on her and *cries*
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Lily: *sighs* Jesse: They're talkin about your grandma, Lily.