Enos: *sighs* Daisy . . .you have some degree of depression and well . . .in the first place we have no idea how we're paying off Andrew's hospital costs, but now I don't know how we're getting you the medicine you need.
Elly: Agree. Course I want us to take our time. I couldn't deal with being hurt again . . .not that I think you'd try to hurt me. Now I reckon I ought to get bacik before Uncle Jesse worries too much.
Doc: Cooter . . .you're right. I only seen a little of it, but you're absolutely right. Enos: The oly thing is that we knw that she'd never be able to get medicine for it. Andrew's been through all this and . . .we just don't have the money.