“The smell of brimstone and crazy filed the air when I arrived back at Southfork. Could mean only one thing. Cliff Barnes.” — J.R. Ewing, today, in a post on the “Dallas” Facebook page.
“Woo hoo. Dallas. Bwah ha haaaa. It’s so, almost hyperbolic in campiness, yet every lick of it’s in the realm of possibility. I had forgotten that Cliff Barnes was Pammy’s brother.” — She Who Is My Wife, a Texas native, in an email just now.