Ally

“Maybe ’cause you don’t always have to win a pageant to wear a crown.”
― Julie Murphy, Dumplin'

“I want to be with you,” he says. “But I can’t if you won’t let me.”
“Why?” I drop my bag in the driveway. “Why do you want to be with this?” I wave my arm up and down the length of my body. Immediately, I hate myself for this. The only person making this about my body is me.
“Because I like you. I think I might feel a lot more than that for you, Willowdean. How is that so hard to believe?”
― Julie Murphy, Dumplin'

“Y’all girls are different versions of the same story,”
― Julie Murphy, Dumplin'

“When I can't fall asleep at night it’s not because of work or school or Amber or Bekah. It’s you. You’re the one that drives me crazy.”
I shake my head because it makes no sense. “Have you ever thought about what people will think? What they’ll say when they see us together holding hands?”
“You never struck me as the type to give a shit what everyone else thinks.” His jaw twitches for a moment before he lowers his voice and says, “I want to go everywhere with you. I want to show you off. I want to wear a cheap suit and be your escort for that ridiculous pageant.”
― Julie Murphy, Dumplin'