Beth: I'm gonna read to you.
Rip: OK.
Beth: My great-grandfather had a dream. All of his sons on the same road, the same ranch working toward the same goal. That dream survived a hundred year, until me. With me, it died. I didn't have enough sons. They just kept dying or quitting. And one day, not too long ago, I realized that I have enough sons after all.
Rip: I don't understand, Beth.
Beth: He's sayin' it's yours.
Rip: Mine?
Beth: Yours.