A kid at school keeps calling Cash a hillbilly. Reba tells him he has to stand up to the bully, or he’ll never stop. So when the time comes, Cash stands up for himself, and ends up pushing the bully during a confrontation -- and then Cash gets blamed for being a bully! Reba meets with the principal to discuss the matter, but ends up grabbing the principal during the meeting as he’s dismissing her claims. So now he thinks she’s a bully too!
Kim: I can’t believe I’m having a girl, I’m so excited!
Reba: Well, as long as she’s healthy.
Kim: And pretty.
Lillie Mae: The feds are trying to shut down our pot pharmacy. Apparently Uncle Sam has a thing against good times.
June: Yeah, mom. I’m gonna start using marijuana because my grandma’s doing it. That’s so cool.
Lillie Mae: We are not hillbillies. We are proud hillpeople.
Kim: You could join the Music Fundraising Committee. We’re trying to raise funds to reinstate the program.
Reba: Really? Sign me up!
Kim: Our big fundraiser is coming up. Last year we raised $38,000.
Reba: Really? That’s great. So why are they dropping the music program?
Kim: Well, the dinner cost $40,000.
Principal Clark: Your signature is your word! Could you imagine if the Founding Fathers had just signed the Declaration of Independence without bothering to read it first? We’d have an ineffective government, trapped in conflict, never accomplishing anything.
Everyone’s having authority issues: The feds are trying to shut down Lillie Mae’s pot pharmacy, so she’s protesting. June wants to play the clarinet, but the school is dropping the program. Reba joins the fundraising committee, but they get wind of her brush with the principal and kick her out. Reba tries to make amends by bringing cookies, but accidentally uses Lillie Mae’s “bud butter” so the gesture isn’t a winner. Cash is doing OK -- a new girl likes him because she thinks he’s a bad boy. But then she tries to get him into some fights, so that’s the end of that.
Lillie Mae (re: the crowd protesting the closure of the pot dispensary): We tried to get a chant going, but then a taco truck pulled up and half the crowd wandered off chanting, “Churro! Churro! Guacamole! Guacamole!”
Reba: Wow, weird that a bunch of people who are high can’t get organized.
Lillie Mae: Aren’t you the happy little despot.
Lillie Mae (re: Reba): I hope you didn’t come looking for fun because Betty Buzzkill’s gonna stomp it to death.
Reba: I’m going to show up at that committee meeting and I’m gonna show them what kind of person I am.
Kim: Isn’t that kinda what got you in trouble in the first place?