I bet you don't remember as much as me. I remember everything you ever done; every word you ever said. I can't think of nuthin' else. You see how it is? I see. I ain't good enough fer you, am I? I'm a hired hand. Got dirt on my hands, pigslop. Ain't fittin' to touch you. We'll see who's better, Miss Laurey Williams. Then maybe you won't be so free and high-filootin' with yer airs. You're such a FINE lady! I TOLD YOU THE WAY IT WAS, AND YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN! Well, you ain't NEVER gonna be rid of me.