Because of Winn-Dixie (2005)
Sweetie Pie Thomas: [she sucks on a lozenge, then spits it out] That tastes bad. It tastes like not having a dog.
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.
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: 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.
Mr. Alfred: I've been to several parties with no pickles... and not one of them was any fun.
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!
Otis: That's nice. Thank you for listening. Have a nice day, ma'am. Have a nice day.
Sweetie Pie Thomas: [points to Otis] That man is magic. He's a magic man.
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.
Sweetie Pie Thomas: We're having a party, and the theme is that dog!
Opal: Everything that happened that summer happened because of... well, you know who.
Policeman: What in the name of corn on the cob is goin' on around here?
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
Otis: a lucky man.
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
Otis: a lucky man.
Otis: but you, when I, when I look at you
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.
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!