Coal Miner's Daughter Page #2

Synopsis: At only thirteen years of age, Loretta Webb marries Doolittle Lynn and is soon responsible for a sizeable family. Loretta appears destined to a life of homemaking, but Doolittle recognises his wife's musical talent, and buys her a guitar as an anniversary present one year. At eighteen, the mother of four children and busy housewife still finds time to write and sing songs at small fairs and local honky-tonks. This gift sets Loretta Lynn on the gruelling, tumultuous path to superstardom and country music greatness.
Director(s): Michael Apted
Production: MCA Universal Home Video
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 8 wins & 13 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.5
Metacritic:
87
Rotten Tomatoes:
88%
PG
Year:
1980
124 min
1,581 Views


girl round the world

(SPITTING)

Make a lot of

chocolate pies, Loretta?

Not too many, except this one.

(COUGHS)

How much salt did

that recipe call for?

You don't put no salt in a chocolate pie.

You just put in sugar and...

Well, you must have got 'em

mixed up, Loretta.

Makes a lot of sense, though.

The salt and sugar's both white.

(CROWD CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)

Well, there ain't no sense in

walking when you can ride. Come on!

I ain't gettin' in that thing.

You ain't never rode

in a car before, have you?

That ain't no car.

Looks like something from Mars.

Mars? Gal, what the hell do

you know about Mars anyway?

I'll bet you ain't never been

past the mouth of this hollow.

Come on now, get in this thing.

I said I ain't gettin'

in it and I ain't!

If you like me so much,

you can walk me home.

Oh, Lord, them pies ain't the only

thing salty about you, are they?

Wait a minute! Wait,

we'll walk it, then. Wait!

You know, the first time

I ever seen you I said,

"Me and that little ol' gal's

gonna get together. "

I saw you, too,

in that little soldier suit.

I thought you looked just

like a little toy soldier.

Hey, now, you listen here, I went

ashore over yonder at D-day plus four

and I stayed in combat until the

day the damn thing was over.

I wasn't no

little ol' toy soldier.

You know what

D-day is, don't you?

(CHUCKLES)

What?

Never mind.

Tell you one thing

that army showed me.

There's a whole

big world out yonder.

Showed me I ain't

about to spend my life

buried in no

coal mine, neither.

Ain't no future in it,

not a damn bit.

And that's what I'm interested in,

mainly, course, is the future.

You got any

plans for the future?

Not that I know of.

You sure cuss a lot, don't ya?

Yeah, I do.

Cuss, drink, chase wild women.

What? What are you doing?

I'm gonna kiss you good night.

Ain't you ever been kissed before. Huh?

Hey, Loretta?

I'm gonna bring my jeep up

here and take you for a ride.

You ain't gonna get

that thing up this holler.

There ain't nothing I can't do,

girl, once I set my mind to it.

(PIGS SQUEALING)

(DOG BARKING)

CLARA:
Loretty, honey, take

Peggy Sue in and feed her.

Come on.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Stranger coming!

Stranger coming!

Stranger coming!

CLARA:
What is it?

I told you I'd get

this thing up here, gal.

You gotta take

a ride with me now.

Hey, Bill.

BILL:
Hey, Doo.

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

I can't breathe.

I feel like I'm gonna faint.

Well, that's the way you're supposed

to feel when you're in love.

It is?

Yeah.

(DOG BARKING)

(JEEP APPROACHING)

Where have you been?

Doolittle took me riding.

What?

Doolittle took me riding.

Took you riding?

You just run off.

Didn't ask nobody or nothing.

Run off and worry

everybody to death.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(CHILD COUGHING)

Y'all get to bed.

Go on.

(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)

Don't you know he'd

rather cut off his arm

than have to

whip you like that?

What you mean running off

like that with that wild boy?

I love him, Mommy.

You do no such a thing.

Stay away from that

Doolittle Lynn

or I'll give you worse than

what your Daddy did.

I'll go make you up

some salve for your legs.

Loretty, you know I don't like to

boss you, but I got to now, honey.

Daddy, I...

Just let me talk.

Doolittle's been up the

house every day this week.

I don't want him

hanging around no more.

Why?

'Cause you ain't got no business

hanging around with him.

You're just a little girl,

he's a grown-up man,

wild as the devil.

I love him, Daddy.

And he's a-wanting me

to marry him.

You ain't even 14 yet.

Y'all ain't knowed

each other a month.

I know. But I love him.

Lord, Lord,

don't do it, Loretty.

Don't throw all

them young years away.

You're my pride, girl.

My shining pride.

I just can't help it.

I can't.

(BOYS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

BROTHER 1:
Okay.

BROTHER 2:
Okay.

(TURNS RADIO ON)

(STATIC)

ANNOUNCER:
Presenting

the Grand Ole Opry.

Let her go, boys.

(BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING)

Get up, Mommy.

Do your squaw dance.

See if we can't get a smile

out of old sourpuss here.

Yeah, come on, Mama.

CHILDREN:
Come on, dance.

Come on, Clary.

MAN ON RADIO:
(SINGING)

Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shinin'

Shine on the one that's

gone and left me blue

Blue moon of Kentucky

keep on shinin'

Shine on the one that's

gone and left me blue

It was on a moonlit night

The stars shining bright

(INAUDIBLE)

They whispered from high

Your love said goodbye

Blue moon of Kentucky

keep on shinin'

Shine on the one that's gone...

(TURNS RADIO OFF)

DOOLITTLE:
I knocked, but I reckon

y'all couldn't hear me outside.

(WHISPERING)

Guess I broke up the party.

Oh, it don't matter.

Come on and sit down.

Okay, come on, Donald Ray.

BROTHER:
Mmm. Why don't

you try that one?

Y'all get out of

here or I'm gonna

knock the tar out

of every one of you.

Why? We're

playing checkers.

LORETTA:
Jack, go on.

Say, "Please. "

Herman?

Junior, come on,

take 'em out. Please?

Come on, fellas, let's go.

Pretty please.

Look here at this, Loretty.

My gosh, Doo.

Where'd you get all that?

Mess of paychecks.

I've been saving 'em.

You know what tomorrow is?

It's our anniversary.

Get a little closer.

(IMITATES KISSING)

Herman, I'm gonna kill you!

What were you saying, Doo?

I was saying that tomorrow

is our anniversary.

I figured that'd be a good day

for you and me to get married,

especially since

I got all that money.

(SIGHS)

Go ask Daddy.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr. Webb,

me and Loretta

is fixing to get married

if it's all right with you.

Tomorrow.

Go ask Clary.

Mrs. Webb, uh, me...

Me and Loretty was thinking

about getting married.

Tomorrow.

Go ask Ted.

HERMAN:
(IMITATES KISSING)

Where's lover boy?

Doolittle, what are you doing?

Hell, Ted said to ask Clary and Clary

said to ask Ted and... I don't know.

Come on and sit down.

Wait'll they go to bed, then

you can catch them together,

else they'll keep you running

back and forth all night long.

Mr. And Mrs. Webb?

I know everything's

happened real fast.

I know she's young, I know

how much y'all love her,

but the deal is

I love her, too.

Just as much as you do.

I growed up real fast,

I seen a lot of the world.

I want you to know

first time I seen that girl

I said, "That's all I'm ever

gonna want out of life. "

And I promise you

I'm gonna break my back

working to make her happy.

I reckon y'all set on it

no matter what we say.

I don't wanna go

against y'all, Mrs. Webb,

but, yes, I'm really set on it.

Two things I want

you to promise me, boy.

Don't you never hit her

and don't take her off

far away from home.

Yes, sir.

I promise you that.

Wilt thou love her,

comfort her,

honor and keep her

in sickness and in health

and forsaking all other,

keep thee only unto her

so long as you both shall live?

I will.

And, Loretta, wilt thou have this

man to be thy wedded husband,

to live together in the

holy estate of matrimony?

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Thomas Rickman (8 June 1776 – 4 January 1841), was an English architect and architectural antiquary who was a major figure in the Gothic Revival. He is particularly remembered for his Attempt to Discriminate the Styles of English Architecture (1817), which established the basic chronological classification and terminology that are still in widespread use for the different styles of English medieval ecclesiastical architecture. more…

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