That's a line from the film adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men. Mrs. Metal Dad took The Light of My Life along with #2 Son and his Significant Other up to Wisconsin Dells for part of last week and weekend. I took advantage of the solitude by reading and watching movies. I re-read the aforementioned book and I've seen the film a few times. It's one of my favorite Coen Brothers' films. I don't believe that line is in the book but it fits well in the film.
The dialogue with its rich use of Texas/Southwestern idioms always reminds me of my dad whose own vocabulary was filled with many such expressions. And the film, especially the scene with the line referenced in the title, reminds me of the time I was stuck in the Houston airport waiting for a connecting flight to Biloxi. The airport was shut down due to one of the frequent thunderstorms which hits Houston.
I was watching cowboys, good old boys, and Mexicans moving through the airport and thought to myself,"There goes my heritage, both sides." I don't recall seeing any Mexicans in suits in the airport that evening.