J.R. Ewing: [as Sue Ellen tries sneaking away with little John Ross] When did she get back?
security: About a half-hour ago.
J.R. Ewing: Sue Ellen. Where you going?
Sue Ellen Ewing: [clutches John Ross] I'm going for a drive.
J.R. Ewing: I called the office from the airport. Phyllis said she had talked to you. Told you I was down in Austin.
Sue Ellen Ewing: So?
J.R. Ewing: So why are you going for a ride with John Ross at night when you thought I'd be away?
Sue Ellen Ewing: I'm going.
J.R. Ewing: Not with my son, you're not.
Sue Ellen Ewing: I'm leaving you, J.R. And I'm taking him with me.
[tries moving past J.R]
J.R. Ewing: The hell you are!
Sue Ellen Ewing: [gets grabbed by the security guy] How long do you think you can stop me?
[Pamela comes down the stairs]
Sue Ellen Ewing: You're gonna have to stand trial, and I'm gonna get him then.
J.R. Ewing: You're never gonna get him!
Sue Ellen Ewing: And if you go to prison?
[hisses:]
Sue Ellen Ewing: You can't stop me! You think a court is gonna let a criminal have his son? Oh, I'm gonna get him, J.R. One way or another.
J.R. Ewing: Get her out of here! Get her off Southfork and never let her back on!
security: Come on!
Sue Ellen Ewing: You can't have him, J.R. Because I'm gonna have him!
J.R. Ewing: I'd kill you first.
Sue Ellen Ewing: Well, you're gonna have to!
[yells:]
Sue Ellen Ewing: Because I'm gonna get him! I'm gonna get him!
J.R. Ewing: [to baby boy] Your mama's crazy, boy. Trying to get you away from me.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: He's her child, J.R. He belongs with her.
J.R. Ewing: [from down below] Stay out of my affairs, Pamela.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: Give her her child. She loves him.
J.R. Ewing: She doesn't know the first thing about love.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: She should have him just for putting up with you all these years. He"s the only decent thing that's ever happened to her.
J.R. Ewing: No wonder you care so much for Sue Ellen. She's just like your mother. Another drunken slut who ran away.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: [with utmost disgust] You slime. You make me sick.
J.R. Ewing: Keep out of my way, Pamela, or I'll destroy you. I"ll destroy anybody who tries to take my boy away from me.