Driving Miss Daisy Page #2

That's the silliest thing I ever saw.

Who cares if lamp bulbs are dusty?

Get down from there!

Put that ladder away

before somebody trips.

I'm gone, Miss Daisy.

All right, Idella. See you tomorrow.

- I'm going too, Miss Daisy.

- Good.

Good morning, Miss Daisy.

Thought I'd see after your zinnias.

Leave me flower bed alone.

You got a nice piece of ground behind

the garage that ain't doing nothing.

I could put in tomatoes...

If I want a vegetable garden,

I'll plant it myself.

What are you doing?

I just love a house with

pictures, Miss Daisy.

It do make a home.

I don't want you nosing

through my things.

Good morning, Miss Daisy.

It was right cold in the night.

I wouldn't know. I was asleep.

Idella says we're

running short on coffee...

...and Dutch cleanser.

We are?

Yes, ma'am.

We're low on silver polish, too.

I know.

I'm fixing to go to the

Piggly Wiggly on the trolley.

On the trolley!

Why don't you let me carry you?

No, thank you.

Ain't that why Mr. Werthan hired me?

That's his problem.

All right. But I'm going to

find something to do here.

You leave my things alone!

I'm gone to the market, Idella.

Miss Daisy, it's a shame.

You have this fine Hudson

automobile out there in the garage.

It hasn't moved an inch from

when Mr. Werthan drove it here.

That insurance company gave you

a brand new car for nothing.

That's your opinion.

My other opinion is that a fine rich,

Jewish lady like yourself...

...has no business dragging herself

onto a trolley carrying grocery bags.

I'll carry them for you.

I don't need you!

I don't want you!

And don't say I'm rich!

- I won't say it no more.

- Is that what you and Idella talk about?

I hate being discussed behind

my back in my own house!

I was born on Forsyth Street.

Believe me. I know

the value of a penny!

My brother brought

home a white cat once.

We couldn't keep it because

we couldn't afford to feed it!

My sister saved up money...

...so I could become a teacher!

We had nothing!

But you're doing all right now!

What are you doing?!

I'm trying to drive you to the store!

Where are you off to this

morning, Miss Werthan?

Just a little shopping.

Go away! I've ridden the trolley

with the groceries plenty of times!

But I can't keep taking

Mr. Werthan's money for doing nothing.

How much he pay you?

Miss Daisy, that's between him and me.

Anything over $7 a week

is highway robbery!

You sure are right about that!

Especially since I don't do nothing...

...but sit on a stool all day.

All right!

Piggly Wiggly.

Then home. Nowhere else.

Oh, I just love the smell of a new car.

Don't you, Miss Daisy?

I am nobody's fool, Hoke.

I know!

My husband taught me to run a car.

I remember everything he said.

So don't think even for a second you...

Wait. You're speeding.

I can see it!

We only going 19 miles an hour.

I like to go under the speed limit.

But the speed limit is 35 here.

The slower you go the more gas you save.

My husband taught me that!

Ain't hardly moving.

Might as well walk...

...to Piggly Wiggly.

Is this your car?

No.

Do you pay for the gas?

- No.

- All right, then!

My son thinks I'm losing my abilities...

...but I am still in control

of what goes on in my car!

Where are you going?

To the store, like you said.

Why didn't you turn on Highland?

Piggly Wiggly ain't on Highland.

I know where it is!

Now take Highland Avenue.

- That's 3 blocks out of the way.

- Go back this minute!

- I can't turn now.

- I've been driving to Piggly Wiggly...

...since it opened for business.

This isn't the way!

Go back this minute!

Miss Daisy, look. Yonder

is the Piggly Wiggly. See?

Get ready to turn.

Careful. There's a little girl.

Yes, I see her.

Pull in here.

Wait.

Give me the keys.

Stay right here by the car.

And don't tell everyone my business.

Mr. Werthan?

Yes, sir, it's me! Guess where I'm at.

I just drove your mama to the store!

You know, she flapped around some,

but she's all right. She's in the store.

Oh, Lord, she just looked

out the window and seen me.

She'll probably throw a fit right

there at the check-out counter.

Yes, sir. You are right about that.

It only took me 6 days.

Same time it took the

Lord to make the world.

Yes, sir. All right. 'Bye.

Hey Oscar, Junior. How you

old boys doing today?

How the lady been treating you?

I'll tell you one thing;

she knows how to throw a fit.

What's so funny?

Nothing, Miss Daisy.

We just carrying on.

Oscar and Junior been doing cleaning

here for 15 years. Never carried on before!

Leave them alone.

Put your coat on.

We're late.

Idella, I'm gone now.

I'm right behind her.

Hear, oh Israel, the Lord

our God, the Lord is one.

Such a nice man. And such a good,

short sermon, wasn't it?

I can get it myself!

Hurry out of here!

Is something wrong, Miss Daisy?

Something I done?

Yes.

I haven't done anything.

You parked the car right in front of the

temple, like I was the Queen of Romania.

Everybody saw you!

I said to wait for me in back.

Yes, Ma'am, but I was just trying to...

There were two chauffeurs

right behind me.

You made me look like a fool.

A g.d. fool!

Oh, Miss Daisy, Lord

knows you ain't no fool!

Slow down!

Miriam and Beulah, I could see what

they were thinking when we came out.

What's that?

That I was pretending to be rich!

- You is rich.

- No, I'm not!

Nobody can say I put on airs.

On Forsyth Street we made many

meals of grits and gravy.

I have done without plenty of times.

Miss Daisy, if I was to ever

get my hands on what you got...

...shoot, I'd shake it around

for everyone in the world to see.

That's vulgar! Don't talk to me!

Never understand some white folks.

What was that?! I heard that!

Now, Miss Daisy...

you needs a chauffeur...

...and Lord knows I need a job.

So why don't we just leave it at that?

Good morning, Mama.

What's the matter?

No, I don't always think

something's wrong when you call.

Just when you call so early.

What?!

All right. I'll be there

as soon as I can.

I better get on over there.

'Bye.

Come on.

It's not healthy to rush like this.

I eat too much, anyway.

Besides, it sounds like she needs me.

When doesn't it?

Give Mother Werthan my love.

Coffee, Katie Bell!

I didn't expect to

find you in one piece.

I wanted you to be here

when he comes.

I wanted you to hear it

for yourself.

What is going on?

He's stealing from me.

Hoke? Are you sure?

I don't make empty accusations.

I have proof!

This! I found it hidden in the

garbage under some coffee grounds.

- He stole a can of salmon?

- Here it is!

I knew there was something funny.

They all take things, you know.

So I counted.

The silverware first.

Then the linen napkins.

And then I went into the pantry.

And the first thing that

caught my eye was a hole...

...behind the lima beans.

And I knew right away.

There are only 8 cans of salmon.

I had 9!

Very clever, Mama.

I missed my breakfast and

I'm late to a meeting...

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