[
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]
Opal:
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]
Otis:
a lucky man.
[
spoken]
Otis:
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]
Otis:
a lucky man.
[
spoken]
Otis:
but you, when I, when I look at you
[
sung]
Otis:
you are like a butterfly... a caterpillar's dream to fly. You bust out of this old cocoon and dry your wings off. Butterfly... go ahead and fly.
Sweetie Pie Thomas:
[
she sucks on a lozenge, then spits it out] That tastes bad. It tastes like not having a dog.
Policeman:
Somebody's all fired up on budgie food.
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.
Sweetie Pie Thomas:
We're having a party, and the theme is that dog!
Preacher:
[
Trying to control his temper after seeing the mess Winn-Dixie has made of the trailer where he and Opal live] God... bless it!
Preacher:
Let us pray... for this mouse.
[
last lines]
Opal:
Everything that happened that summer happened because of... well, you know who.
Gloria:
...the whole world has an aching heart.
Gloria:
Listen... Opal... you cannot hold onto anything that wants to go. Do you understand what I'm sayin'? You just got to love it while you got it, and that's that.
Gertrude the Parrott:
Far out! Do it again!
Amanda Wilkinson:
"Hell", is a cuss word.
Miss Franny:
So, is war.
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