Fried Green Tomatoes Page #10
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 130 min
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Stop that!
What is the matter
with you people?
Can't you wait a goddamn day,
for Chrissake?
Do you have no respect?
These are her things!
I'm sorry, but they told me to get
this room ready for another patient.
She may be just
another patient to you,
but she was my friend,
and I loved her. I'm sorry.
I'm just
following orders.
What is going on? Why
didn't you call me?
You could've called me before
you sent that idiot... I'm sorry.
you would take it this hard.
I didn't even get to tell
her good-bye. Oh, I know.
These things are difficult, but
she died peacefully in her sleep.
To tell you the truth, I thought
you'd be happy for Mrs. Threadgoode.
Happy? Why, yes! This
is what she wanted.
What?
To be dead?
No, to go home.
You just missed her.
She left in a yellow cab
about a half hour ago.
I don't understand.
What? A cab?
She said there wasn't no reason for
her to stay now that Mrs. Otis had died.
Mrs...
Otis is dead?
Oh, Mrs. Otis died.
Mrs. Otis died!
Mrs. Otis!
Oh, God!
Not that... I'm glad that
Mrs. Otis died, it's just...
Oh, God,
I've gotta stop her.
Hey, Evelyn,
somebody stole my house.
It was right here
when I left.
Unless... Oh, Evelyn, you
don't reckon I'm crazy, do you?
It was here when I left.
No, honey, you're not crazy.
This is the place.
steal an old lady's home?
Wasn't worth nothin'.
Oh, honey,
nobody stole it.
They had to tear it down.
It was condemned.
I'm sorry.
I shoulda told you.
Well, somebody
shoulda told me.
I'm old. I'm not a child. I'm sorry.
My husband Cleo and I
lived in this house...
for more than 40 years.
Now, it's... it's gone.
and all that's left of me...
is what's in this box, a
bunch of old cards and pictures.
Come on.
I'll take you home.
This is my home!
And now it's gone.
And Mrs. Otis
is gone.
I...
I don't quite
know what to do.
This is the first time I can remember
when I don't have a soul to look after.
You can come
look after me and Ed.
Oh, you're sweet,
but I think you're doin'
just fine on your own.
Don't you know you'd be
like a gift for us?
You're the reason
I get up every morning...
and that Mary Kay's
havin' such a good year...
and I don't look like some
blob from a horror movie.
Well, with a little help
from Idgie and Ruth.
Come on. I've got
your room all ready.
What does Ed say
about all this?
He'll learn
to love it.
Did I ever tell you that Mrs.
Otis was Sipsey's baby sister?
No, ma'am.
Yes, she was.
Mrs. Otis was with Sipsey
Sipsey told me a story that night
I've never told a living soul, Evelyn.
A story about
what really happened...
disappeared.
Hey there! You got to come quick.
The show has hardly begun. You
got to come quick. You hear me?
Run, get help! Run,
quick! Where's the baby?
Never mind.
Excuse me, sir.
goin' anywhere with Ruth's baby.
Like I said,
you ain't goin' nowhere.
Damn, you a thickheaded
son-of-a-b*tch, ain't you?
I told you...
you ain't goin' nowheres
with Miss Ruth's baby.
Come on, angel.
Come on.
Come on, sweetheart.
It's all right.
Come on.
It's all right, baby.
It was self-defense.
I don't know why any white
jury would care why I did it.
Well, I saw it, and I can
testify. Excuse me here.
I don't mean
no offense here,
but I don't know who's less
likely to convince a jury,
my mama...
or Mr. Smokey.
No offense taken.
You're a good man,
Mr. Smokey.
You did good.
The sun's almost up.
George?
Mm-hmm?
I think...
it's hog-boiling time.
No, ma'am. It
ain't cold enough.
It's hog-boiling time.
Big George?
Uh-huh? When is that
barbecue gonna be ready?
It's gonna be ready
any time now.
Smells so damn good I just
can't wait to get me some.
Now, don't you forget to call
me when that's ready. All right.
Here you go.
Miss Idgie? Smokey left town. Yeah?
I thought it'd be best
under the circumstances.
He asked that
you tell Ruth good-bye.
Shame he had to go.
Hold on! I'm comin'.
What you want?
We want some barbecue.
Not today you don't.
Go on.
Why, this is about the
best barbecue I ever ate!
The secret's
in the sauce.
Sipsey?
My God!
That fryin' pan did more
than fry chicken that night.
Did Idgie really barbecue Frank
Bennett? Are you pullin' my leg?
Secret's in the sauce,
or so I've been told.
Now you know why
Idgie had to go on trial.
She knew the law would never
believe Sipsey. No!
Sipsey or Big George
or anyone else of color...
would've been hangin'
from the nearest tree.
To this day,
I'm still not sure...
whether Ruth
ever believed...
that Idgie didn't kill
Frank Bennett.
Truth's a funny thing
sometimes.
I feel better now.
Good.
I feel better 'cause
all these people'll live...
as long as
you remember 'em.
You reminded me...
about what the most
important thing in life is.
Do you know what I
think it is? No, ma'am.
Friends.
Best friends.
Oh, Ninny!
Look.
Oh!
Idgie?
Idgie's alive?
Oh, yes!
She's still out and about
charmin' bees and selling honey.
Sometimes I think
Maybe we'll
see her today.
Maybe.
Let's go.
After Ruth died and
the cafe shut down, and everybody
Just scattered to the winds.
It was never more than just
a little knockabout place.
But now that
I look back on it,
when that cafe closed...
the heart of the town
Just stopped beating.
It's funny how
a little place like this...
brought so
many people together.
I'll remember you
When I've forgotten
all the rest
You to me
were true
You to me
were the best
When there is no more
You cut to the core
Quicker than anyone
that I knew
Now when the
roses fade
I'm in the shade
baby
I'll remember you
Now listen
didn't I
Didn't I love you
Didn't I
didn't I care
Didn't I sleep
and didn't I weep beside you
With the rain that
was blowing in your hair
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll remember you
When the wind blows
On through
the piney wood
It was you who came
right through for me, baby
It was you
who understood
Though I'd never say
That I turned the way
That you
have led me to
Darling, in the end
My dear sweet friend
I'll remember you
Yes, I will now
I'll remember you
Yes, I will now
I'll remember, remember
I'll remember
I will remember you
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