Driving Miss Daisy Page #3

...for a 33c can of salmon?

You want 33c? Here's $1!

Here's $10! Buy yourself

a pantry full of salmon!

Why, Boolie, the idea!

Waving money at me like that!

I don't want money.

I want my things!

- One can of salmon?

- Well, it was mine!

I leave him plenty of food every day.

I tell him exactly what it is.

Like children. If they want

something, they just take it!

He'll never admit this.

"No," he'll say, "I don't

know nothing about that!"

I don't like it! I don't

like living with no privacy.

Go ahead, defend him.

You always do!

I give up! You want to drive again,

arrange your own insurance.

Take the trolley.

Buy yourself a taxicab!

Anything you want!

Just leave me out of it!

Why, Boolie!

What's he doing here

this time of morning?

Can't be good, I promise you that!

I think it's fixing to

clear up out there!

Excuse me, Mr. Werthan.

Y'all busy?

We have to have a little talk, Hoke.

All right, just let me

get out of my coat.

Yesterday, while you were out,

I ate a can of your salmon.

Now I know you said to eat

the leftover pork chops.

Well, they were kind of stiff.

So, I stopped by the Piggly

Wiggly and got you another can.

Do you want me to put it on the shelf?

Yes, thank you, Hoke.

Be right with you, Mr. Werthan.

Well, I got to get dressed now.

Good-bye, son.

You know, Miss Daisy,

I was just thinking.

We been out to this cemetery

It ain't even the 20th yet.

It's good to come in nice weather.

Yes, ma'am. You sure

right about that. Sure is.

Mr. Sig's grave is mighty well tended.

I think you're the best widow

in the State of Georgia.

Boolie's always pestering me to have

the staff here tend to this plot.

"Perpetual care," they call it.

Well, don't you do it!

It's right to have member of

the family looking after you.

I'll never have that! Boolie will have

me in perpetual care before I'm cold.

Miss Daisy, you ought to

go on away from here!

Put that azalea on Leo Bauer's grave.

Leo Bauer. Is that Miss

Rose Bauer's husband?

She asked me to bring it out here.

Where is his grave at, Miss Daisy?

I'm not exactly sure. I know

it's two rows over that way.

You'll see the headstone, "Bauer."

What's wrong?

Nothing wrong.

Nothing the matter at all.

Now, you say...

I told you it's two rows over that way.

It says "Bauer" on the headstone.

What that look like?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about I can't read, ma'am.

What?!

I can't read, Miss Daisy.

You look at the paper all the time.

Well, that's just it. I just be looking!

I try to dope out what's going on...

...from the pictures.

You know your letters?

Yes, ma'am. I know my ABC's.

I just can't read.

Stop saying that!

You're making me mad!

If you know letters, then you can read.

You just don't know you can read.

I taught some of the stupidest

children God ever put on this earth.

And they all could read enough

to find a name on a tombstone.

The name is "Bauer."

"Bauer!" What does that "buh"

letter sound like?

- B?

- Of course!

"Er." That is the last part. "Bauer!"

What letter sounds like "er"?

R!

- So the first letter is...

- B!

And the last letter?

R!

B-R. Brr.

It even sounds like Bauer, doesn't it?

It sure do, Miss Daisy! It sure do!

- That it?

- That's it.

- What about the middle?

- Not right now.

This will be enough for you to find it.

B at the beginning.

R at the end.

B... R.

That's it.

That's all right!

I sure do appreciate this!

Don't be ridiculous!

Let's get all this back in the car.

I'm burning up.

Of course I told you!

Of course I told you!

How can I be expected to buy it

if you don't write it down?!

I'm sorry, Miss Florine.

I need you.

I'll be right there.

Do you have any idea what it takes

to give a Christmas reception?

It takes an eye for detail.

I told you a million times,

Katie Bell, write it down!

More I cannot do!

We are out of coconut.

I'm sure we can manage.

- I told her.

- You didn't write it down!

I don't need to stand and

listen to excuses on Christmas.

You figure out how to serve ambrosia to

Don't worry, Katie Bell.

It's not quite the end of the world.

Everybody's giving the Georgia

Power Company a merry Christmas.

Bet Miss Florine beat them all,

especially with the new house.

Absurd!

If I had a nose like Florine, I wouldn't

say, "Merry Christmas" to anybody.

I enjoy Christmas at their house.

No wonder. You're the

only Christian in the place.

They got that new cook.

Florine never could keep help.

Of course, it's none of my affair.

Too much running around.

The Garden Club this...

...the Junior League that.

As if they'd give her the time of day.

She'd die before she'd fix a glass of

iced tea for the Temple Sisterhood.

I hope she doesn't take it into

her head to sing this year.

Lord have mercy!

Look what Miss Florine done.

If her grandfather, old man

Frietag, could see this.

What is it you say?

I bet he'd jump out of his

grave and snatch her baldheaded.

Jump up and snatch her baldheaded.

Oh, Miss Daisy, you

go on away from here.

Wait a minute.

This isn't a Christmas present.

You know I don't give

Christmas presents.

I happened to run

across it this morning.

Well, go on, open it.

Look at that.

Ain't nobody never gave

me no book before.

"Zaner Method Writing."

I always taught out of these.

I saved a few.

It's faded, but it works.

If you practice, you'll write nicely.

But you have to practice.

I taught Mayor Hartsfield

out of the same book.

I sure do thank you.

It's not a Christmas present.

Jews have no business

giving Christmas presents.

You don't have to go yapping

about this to Boolie or Florine.

This is between you and me.

Merry Christmas, Mother Werthan.

I hope I don't spit up.

Merry Christmas, Mama. Hoke.

She fought me on this one.

But it is time for a trade.

I'll bet you'll miss the old one.

No, sir, I don't expect

I'll miss it that much.

Come on, you're the only one

who's driven it all this time.

Won't you be a little

sorry to see it go?

It ain't going nowhere.

I done bought it.

You didn't.

I sure did. Already made the

deal with Mr. Red Mitchell.

How much?

That is for him and me to know.

Hey, Boolie!

Got a gem here.

Got that paper, Hoke?

I got it right here.

Be right there.

Why didn't you buy it from Mama?

Would have saved money.

No, sir. Your mama is in my

business enough as it is.

I ain't studying about making

monthly payments to her.

She is mine the regular way.

The Hudson's a good car.

Nobody knows that better than you.

Best that ever come off the line.

And this here new one, if Miss

Daisy don't take to it...

...l'll let her ride in this one.

Mighty nice of you.

We do what we can.

It is three after seven.

Yes, Ma'am. You said we were

leaving at fifteen to eight.

At the latest, I said.

What business you got dragging this

mess out of the house by yourself?

Who was here to help me?

Lord have mercy!

It don't take more than 5

minutes to load this car.

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