Charlie: Look, we've had a rough day and we've both said some things that we didn't mean. But we've got to pull it together for this final event.
Mitch: Just tell me where you go Friday nights.
Charlie: I rent a motel room and I lock the door and I cry, okay? I cry like a damn baby.
Mitch: Why do you need butt-less chaps for that?
Joanne: Okay, it's time for our final event. "Transport your gold in a genuine covered wagon to Pioneer Pete's..." You know what? I'm tired. Pull the wagons. Go.