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You ever work at a gin before?

You know about a bale press?

I don't know. I've never seen one.

- Where are you from?

- Boston, Mass.

Did they teach you

anything useful up north?

Just enough to get by. I'm hoping y'all

can teach me the three R's.

Three R's?

Yeah, you know...

reading, writing, redneckery.

People are giving you

a hard time, I can see that.

You're young, you're from out of town

and you're a smart aleck.

Can you start Thursday?

Yeah. Yes, sir!

I'll teach you to read and write,

but you're on your own

when it comes to redneckery.

Yeah. Give it a little bit of gas.

Yeah, that sounds good. Cut it.

What's the deal with the preacher's

daughter? She worth all that attitude?

I hear, back in the day,

she used to be a goody two-shoes.

Now she fronts like she some hellraiser

Wearing her jeans tight and everything.

You could put a quarter

in that girl's back pocket

and tell if it's heads or tails.

Why? You're trying to knock boots

with her, aren't you?

- No.

- Yes, you are. He is.

I'm just curious. I ain't trying to

bang her or take her ballroom dancing.

Well, that'd be pretty hard,

being that that's against the law.

What? Banging a preacher's daughter?

No, public dancing's against the law

if you're under 18.

Shut up.

Wait, wait, wait. Jump back.

Are you kidding me?

Dancing is against the law?

Yeah, man. We got laws

up the poop chute around here.

I can't even bring a bandana to school,

because they think I'm in a gang.

If my face gets sweaty,

I gotta use the back of my hand.

Let me tell you something,

this country was built on bandanas.

So you're telling me Bomont High

doesn't have a prom.

Well, you know...

They got the Fall Ball, right?

OK. So, all the churches

get together and put it on.

The whole town shows up

and everybody's eyes are on you

to make sure you're dancing

at least six inches away from your girl.

You gotta add

another two inches for me.

And, for one song, they make you...

They make you dance with your mother.

I mean, talk about a boner killer.

And the schools don't wanna

have dances on their property.

They... They say they

don't want to be held liable.

They don't want to be held

liable for what?

Five seniors died in a car crash

coming home from a dance,

and that's when

the whole town went crazy.

They started blaming it on the liquor,

the music, the dancing.

After a while everybody

started thinking dancing was a sin.

But we're talking about the law, right?

Not heaven and hell?

Yeah, take that up with Reverend Moore.

I'm a machine, I'm a machine.

Hey, what's up, dude?

Hey, Woody, what's up, man?

Hey, how you doing?

- MacCormack.

- How you doing, buddy?

- Good, man. You hungry?

- Yeah. What's good here?

We got nachos, hot dogs, hamburgers.

Frito pie, all the way.

And if you're a real man?

You'll eat that jalapeo.

- Get your fingers out of my pie!

- What about that guy?

You don't know where his finger's been.

Woody! Check the door, man.

Cop still here?

Five-O getting his move on.

- What you got for me, Uncle Claude?

- David Banner.

Bootleg. Don't get too krunk out there.

First sign of the police,

I'm gonna pull the plug.

I don't wanna get a fine,

and you don't wanna get another ticket.

- Wait. You got a ticket for dancing?

- He got two tickets for dancing.

One more and he's off the team.

All right. Let's get

this party started! It's on!

- No cops. Let's get it, come on!

- Let's get it started!

Yo! It's show time!

- It's clear!

- Let's go!

Back it up, back it up, move out.

Whoa.

- Woody!

- Woody!

Whoa!

Now that's what I'm talkin' about.

That's a beautiful thing!

Does that turn you on?

Girls acting like hussies?

It don't suck.

Oh, now, come on.

Yeah, dude. They... they get into it.

Hey, you. Let's go.

Come on, let's dance.

- Come on!

- I'm good. I don't dance.

You go have fun.

Me and my boys are going

to push everybody back.

Let me see you do that city boy thing.

C'mon! Get it!

Oh, dang. Oh, dang.

Claude!

Reverend Moore's out front, man.

Oh, sh*t.

You want me to step in on this?

What, you can't keep up?

You can put on a show for that guy.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna.

Attention, attention. Ariel Moore,

will you please come up

to the front of the diner.

Your daddy is here for you.

She's busted!

Show's over.

You mother was afraid you didn't

have any money. She said you'd be here.

Daddy, it's not a big deal.

We were just messing around.

I think it would be best

if you came home with me.

Right now.

Daddy gonna

take her out to the woodshed.

What the hell does that mean?

It means she's in deep sh*t.

- Hey, honey. You're home early.

- Yeah.

Did you have fun?

- Just breaking the law, Momma.

- Ariel. We have not finished talking.

Ariel!

Why do you think you're above serving

your penalty in Saturday School?

I don't think I'm above anyone, sir.

I was just unaware that...

Hey, Eddie? Eddie?

He has a job on Saturdays

over at Andy's cotton gin.

Wes. Call me "Judge," would you?

- And take your hat off.

- OK, Judge Eddie.

Could you show a little mercy here?

He was playing his music too loud.

About as loud as you used to

play Lynyrd Skynyrd

in that old Impala

me and you used to roll in.

Remember that... Judge?

You'll have Andy verify his employment?

- Now hold on...

- Yes I will!

- Can I go back to the car lot now?

- Sentence suspended.

Oh, man. Son, you're lucky.

Not everyone's got this town

on lockdown like I do.

Oh, yeah? Since you and the judge

are so buddy-buddy,

maybe you can have him explain this

whole ban-on-dance thing to me.

Whatever happened to separation

of church and state?

What's church got to do with it?

It seems to have everything

to do with everything around here.

Let me ask you a question.

If there's a football game Sunday

and you want to buy a beer, can you?

- You can't buy beer on Sundays.

- And why not?

'Cause of church.

You can in Boston, why not in Bomont?

Look. Sunday is God's day.

If you want to drink beer on God's day,

you need to buy it on beer's day,

which is Saturday.

It's right there in the Bible,

if you don't believe me.

Separation of God and beer.

And if God said it, I believe it.

That settles it! Now shut up.

Hey, MacCormack.

Hey, what's up... Ariel?

Chuck Cranston wants to see you

at his daddy's racetrack tomorrow.

- Be there at two o'clock.

- OK. What happens at two o'clock?

- Show up and find out.

- And what if I don't?

- You're gonna miss all the fun.

- How come he sent you to tell me?

I volunteered.

If that shithog tries anything,

I'm gonna pound him.

- No fighting, Willard.

- No promises, Rusty.

You guys, keep the smoke away

from her now. Her daddy smells that,

- he'll never let her hang out again.

- High school field trip's here.

Twinkle toes.

Watching you the other night,

that was real entertaining.

We thought we'd invite you out here.

Maybe you could put on a show for us.

Chuck, didn't you hear?

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