Peggy's Fan Fair


 * PEGGY: I sent song lyrics to every major country music star, and I finally got this from Mr. Randy Travis!
 * HANK: Randy Travis?
 * PEGGY: Okay: (reads) "Dear songwriter, we regret to inform you, blah blah blah, legal reasons, blah blah, never read it, blah blah blah..." okay: "Once again, good luck with your songwriting career. Signed Rob Reeders of the firm Reeders and Anatole."
 * HANK: Kinda sounds to me like Randy Travis's lawyer sent you a rejection letter.
 * PEGGY: Oh, Hank, they have to say that. Travis loved my lyrics! He called me a songwriter, he said I have a career in front of me, and you know what? He is right.


 * PEGGY: I hope you brought your appetites, because I made spa-Peggy and meatballs!
 * ASSISTANT PASTOR LARRY: Did she say "spa-Peggy?"
 * HANK: Well, "spa-Peggy" is kind of like spaghetti. I'm not sure what Peggy does different, if anything. But it's the one dish she's kind of made her own.


 * HANK: You've got a pretty high opinion of yourself -- 
 * PEGGY: Oh, and I should have a low opinion of myself?
 * HANK: No, it's just that you've done so much in your life, you don't need to take credit for things you haven't done, like writing that song, and, you know, the other stuff.


 * RANDY TRAVIS: Propane salesman, hm? Now, that's something that would make a good song.
 * HANK: I have been saying that for years!


 * RANDY TRAVIS: And now I'd like to introduce y'all to Hank Hill, a man who taught me just how precious life is. You see, yesterday my trailer fell in the lake, and just as I was freeing myself, I saw this loyal fan drowning in the water nearby. And I saved his life. I want to bring him up here to sing with me. Come on, Hank.
 * <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">HANK: Well, I'll punch him this time.
 * <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">PEGGY: No, what's the use?


 * Bobby: No, Luanne, don't you get it?


 * Brooks: Get your own!
 * Dunn: It was meant for the both of us.


 * Peggy Hill: Who said that? Who-- Who said that?


 * Hank Hill: You What?


 * Hank Hill: Why are you looking at, Dale?


 * Hank Hill: A tip? Who told you that?


 * Officer: Did you see something, sir?


 * Hank Hill: Peggy, what did he do to you?