Coal Miner's Daughter Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1980
- 124 min
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much and welcome
to this portion of
our Grand Ole Opry.
Right now I want you
to meet a little gal
that I feel sure you're
going to love very much.
So, let's give a great
big Grand Ole Opry welcome
to Miss Loretta Lynn!
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
Get out there.
Well, if you ain't a picker,
what are you?
Got a wife singing on the Opry.
Oh, I see.
You're one of the husbands.
Well, I'm one of
the wives, darling.
See you later.
Hey, hey. How about one fifth
wheel buying another one a drink?
Oh, there she is. She's on
right now, she's on the radio!
Hey, buddy. Hey, buddy,
could you turn the radio up?
...nothing but wrong
Many nights I've
laid awake and cried
We were so happy
My heart was in a whirl
But now I'm a honky tonk girl
MAN:
Hey, sweet thing!Sweet thing!
How's that big ol'
ugly husband of yours?
He's out in the alley trying to
sober up enough to do his show.
Hey, Del, turn
the radio up, will you?
Listen, I'm trying to hear the radio,
you all. Delmar, turn that thing up!
WOMAN:
He's got a wife on the Opry.That's right.
Oh, is that right?
Hell, you got it made, man!
All you gotta do is lay up and count
it as the old lady rakes it in.
Oh, I do my share of the work,
mister. Delmar, turn it up!
Sure you do, Hoss, sure you do.
Hey, listen,
I told you all politely,
I'm trying to hear my
wife sing on the radio.
Oh, is that your job?
I mean, she sings and you listen?
Yeah.
(LAUGHING)
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
And now I'm a honky tonk girl
I'll be!
Wonderful.
Real wonderful, honey,
thank you so much.
Hey, by the way, you think you
might come back next week?
I ain't got
nothing else planned.
(CHUCKLES) She ain't got...
Okay, Loretta Lynn!
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
She's a doll, I'll tell you.
Thank you, honey.
Doo, did you hear?
They loved me!
Yeah, I heard ya.
And they want me to come back
next week, can you believe it?
I can believe it, baby.
Now what we gotta do next
is to sit down
and plan real careful
what we're gonna do next.
I'm too happy to even
think about that now.
I don't care if I
die tomorrow, Doo,
if I never sing another song, it ain't
never gonna be any better than this.
Did you hurt yourself?
Your jaw's swelling up.
That's just from grinning, baby,
that's from pure happiness.
(LAUGHING)
LORETTA:
(SINGING)I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend?
You want me to act
like we've never kissed
You want me to forget
Pretend we've never met
And I've tried and I've tried
But I haven't yet
You walk by and
I fall to pieces
Friends, this is a number one
hit song by Miss Patsy Cline.
I guess y'all all know
she's over in the hospital
'cause she's been in
a real bad car wreck.
So I wanna
dedicate this song to her.
So, Patsy, if you're listening,
this song is for you.
I fall to pieces
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Oh, thank you.
Loretta, Patsy Cline's husband.
Charlie Dick.
Hello.
Patsy heard you tonight and she
wants you to come and see her.
Can you come?
Doo, this is Charlie Dick,
Patsy Cline's husband.
She heard me.
She was listening in the hospital.
She wants to meet me.
Can we go?
Sure, baby, go ahead. I'll take the
young'uns. Get your mama's guitar.
Are you sure?
Get in the car, baby.
Yeah.
Okay, honey, Mama will be
home soon. Bye-bye.
Bye, Mom.
Patsy Cline was listening?
To me?
Bye-bye, honey.
CISSY:
Bye!See you later, Mama!
Hey.
Hey! Did you bring me
that beer like I...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
I keep my straw in the top
drawer, honey, right behind you.
Right behind, top drawer.
It's right in there.
Thank you.
That's the one.
Thank you.
(SNORTS)
What's the matter
with you? (LAUGHING)
Ain't you ever seen
no glamorous star before?
You ain't mad at me for singing
your song, are you, Patsy?
Mad?
Sit down.
I'm scared
because people might think you
sing that thing better than I do.
Uh-uh.
You're stirring
things up in this town.
Hey. How many times
you been on the Opry now?
I've been on 17 straight times.
People wanna know
who you been sleeping with
that you been on so many times.
Who's been saying that?
Gals that have been sleeping with
everybody and still ain't been on yet.
Like who?
(CHUCKLES) Oh.
Let me put it this way,
take it as a compliment, you
got 'em running scared.
(LAUGHING)
I just can't believe I'm sitting
ANNOUNCER:
You know,Patsy Cline has been
hospitalized for
several months now
due to a serious accident.
We are happy to say she is
here tonight to sing for you.
A Grand Ole Opry welcome
for Patsy Cline!
(CROWD CHEERING)
MAN:
You're lookinghotter tonight, girl.
(SINGING) Sweet dreams of you
Every night
I go through
Why can't I forget you
And start my life anew?
Instead of having sweet dreams
About you
You don't love me
It's plain...
DOOLITTLE:
Johnnydidn't need any dogs...
WOMAN:
Great, Patsy!MAN:
Nice show, Patsy!What y'all two devils been up to
besides getting into trouble?
Don't answer that.
Delmar, two Co-Colas.
Hey, Patsy, Mooney says he's
gonna take me squirrel hunting.
Oh, now, Charlie Dick, don't
you bring home no squirrels.
When I left Virginia I swore
I'd never eat another
squirrel as long as I live.
I love squirrel meat.
Don't you like squirrel, Patsy?
Of course I do.
I married Charlie, didn't I?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Charlie, you know I love you.
Even if I have to remind
him every now and then
he ain't nothin' but
a damn tax deduction.
That goes for you, too, Doolittle
Lynn, and don't you forget it.
(ALL CONTINUE LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SINGING) Right from the
start, most every heart
That's ever been broken...
Doo? You all right?
Yeah.
Got you enough books?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Get down from there.
Let me try.
My Lord, Patsy, I hope
we don't get rained out.
(LAUGHS) You don't get rained
out on circuits like these,
you just keep on singing.
Mud, flood, hell or high water.
MAN:
Five minutes, Patsy.Looks like that's it for me.
What else do you wear?
I start out with some liquid makeup
and then I powder that down.
Now, look, Loretta,
you get ready
'cause I'm gonna call you
Okay.
MAN:
Somebody moving!What did you do that for?
What have you got on your face?
I just thought I'd try it.
Do you like it?
No.
Hell, no. You know
that I don't like it.
Now get on back there
and take it off.
No.
What?
Hey, now,
wait a minute, by God...
MAN 1:
Loretta Lynn!MAN 2:
I'll be darned!BOTH:
(SINGING)I'm back in baby's arms
How I missed those lovin' arms
I'm back where I belong
Back in baby's arms
Don't know why we quarreled
I'm sorry.
We never did before
Since we found
how much it hurts
I bet we never quarrel anymore
No good.
What do you have to do to win
one of these parrots here?
Two out of three.
One...
One parrot. Let me know
when I run out of money now.
Get away with every parrot you got.
Uh-huh.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
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