Happy?! Orel, that thing is eating grass! Everyone knows that grass is nature's carpeting! You're not supposed to eat it. You're supposed to judge your neighbors by how neat it looks outside their homes!
(he takes a large swig of alcohol) I gotta tell you, Orel; your cup is always half empty. You need to be more like your old man and look at the blight side of things.
I didn't say bright, I said blight. "My life is sunny and blight". Bright means the opposite, it means sudden withering death, and... (suddenly despondent, as if the alcohol caused something in his mind to snap) ...Oh, who am I kidding? My life is full of "bright".
...I hate myself.[Orel's eyes tear up as Clay looks at the bottle he's holding.](screaming to his own reflection on the bottle) WHY DO YOU QUIT WORKING ON ME?! She always fools me, Orel. "I'll make things better dear. Drink me. Put me inside you, I'm great!" And she chokes me just like every other whore out there! They're all worthless, kid- every woman. Don't let 'em get ya. All of 'em wanna get ya. They just grab you and pull you into them! And then you're forced to stay in and pull out and stay in and pull out! And then they gut ya. And then they grip ya by right where it counts. And then they start squeezing things out! Things that are like weights around your head! You're stuck there for the rest of your life, with nowhere to go and no one to be!!! AAAAHHHH!!! AAAAHHHH!!! AAAAHHHH!!!
[Orel, absolutely terrified at this rant, accidentally discharges his gun.]