Fried Green Tomatoes Page #5

I'm too young to be old

and I'm too old to be young.

Maybe I'm just

goin' crazy.

You get hot flashes?

Sometimes.

You get the sweats and your

hearts starts a-poundin'?

- How did you know?

- Simple, honey.

You're going through

the change.

I used to burst

into tears for no reason at all.

You need some hormones. Hmm?

Maybe some Stresstabs

number 4 for good measure.

- Really? Is that all?

- Sure, honey.

You get yourself

some hormones.

Then you get outta

the house and get a job.

With your

pretty complexion...

I'll bet you'll be

great with cosmetics.

I know how

you feel.

I was about your age

when I had my child.

Then I went through

the change of life.

I didn't know you had

a child. Yes, I did.

Albert.

When he was born, the doctor said

it would be best if I didn't see him.

He said his mind would never

develop past the age of five,

and I should just put him

in an institution...

because the burden of raisin' a

child like that would be too great.

Well, I thought

about Ruth.

She always said...

there was a separate

God for children.

So I smiled at him and

I asked for the baby.

Oh, how could anybody think

that sweet, precious baby...

could ever

be a burden?

Why, from the minute he was born,

Albert was the joy of my life,

the Lord's

greatest gift.

I don't believe there was a purer

soul ever lived on this earth.

I had him with me

till he was 30.

Then he went to sleep

and didn't wake up.

Sometimes I can't wait to get

to heaven to see him again.

Whoo!

Sh*t!

It's a boy!

I think a prayer of

thanksgivin' would be in order.

Goddamn it to hell, son-of-a-b*tch,

she did it! Here's to Ruth!

Idgie always did have a

way with words around the reverend.

Well, Ruth had a baby.

She named him Buddy...

Buddy Junior.

Papa went out and borrowed money so

Ruth and Idgie could start a cafe,

the Whistle Stop Cafe.

When you come by my house

come down behind the jail

I've got a sign

on my door

Barbecue for sale

I'm talkin'

about barbecue

Only thing I crave

And a good-doin' meat

Will carry me

to my grave

I'm sellin' it for cheap

'cause I got good stuff

Miss Idgie,

can you get the door?

Yes.

Big George.

Miss Ruth, me and the

missus want to thank you...

for sendin' that soup

over last night.

I'll pay you when I get

ahead. You don't owe me, Ocie.

Thank you. I'm just glad they're better.

How is this, by the way?

It's good, very good.

I'm not happy

till I see clean plates.

Can't go on,

Idgie.

I'm talking to you

as a friend.

There's people in this town, paying

customers too... There you go.

But some people

don't like you...

sellin' to coloreds.

Here you go.

Tell you what. Next time

those "some people" come here,

I'm gonna ask if they

don't want anybody to know...

who they are

under those sheets...

when they go marchin'

in those stupid parades,

how come they don't have

sense to change their shoes?

Hold on there.

Y'all ain't foolin' anybody.

I'd recognize those size 14

clodhoppers you got anywhere.

- Just a minute, Idgie.

- More pie, Grady?

No, thank you, Ruth.

Idgie, I'll talk

to the boys.

You just keep them

on out back there, ya hear?

Bye, Ruth.

Bye, Grady.

You're gonna get yourself

in a heap of trouble.

What, Grady?

He's harmless.

You shoulda seen that

big ox down by the river.

Three solid days, drunk as

a dog, cryin' like a baby...

'cause Joe, that ol' colored

man that raised him, died.

Remember that, Sipsey? Yes'm.

He sure ain't jokin' now,

is he, son? No, ma'am.

He won't even sit in the same

room and have a meal today.

Don't make no sense. Big ox like Grady

won't sit next to a colored child,

but he eats eggs... Shoot

right out of a chicken's ass.

Now some like it hot

some like it cold

Some take it any way

any way it's sold

I'm talkin' about

barbecue

All these things

I pray

Come on, Smokey,

let's go for a walk.

I'm sorry about

spillin' my food, ma'am.

I'll just

head on.

See that piece

of land over there?

See it?

That used to be a lake.

Yeah.

This one November,

all these ducks

come by...

and they landed

on that lake.

Then the temperature dropped so

fast, the whole lake just froze.

Then the ducks took off

and took the lake with 'em.

Now that lake's somewhere

in Georgia, the way I hear it.

Go on now.

God bless you,

ma'am.

Cool down, down

down by the bank

Banks of Jordan

Cool down by

the banks of Jordan

Cool down by

down by the bank

Here, try this.

So what do you think? They're okay.

The truth.

Well...

They're terrible.

Oh, well, don't be shy.

Tell me how you feel.

I will.

What'd you go

and do that for?

I just thought you needed

a little coolin' off.

You're right.

Try these.

I think we need

to make a little paste.

What in the name of

Christmas are you two doing?

She's tryin' to teach me how to cook.

Look at those

fried green tomatoes.

You better stop this. I'm gonna have

to arrest you for disorderly conduct.

Arrest us then.

Let me handle this.

All right.

Grady.

Ha-ha-ha!

Arrest us.

Go ahead, arrest us.

Ruth, I have to say it. I believe

Idgie's been a bad influence on ya.

I agree.

I, I, I

I, I,

I don't wanna

Hear you weep no more

when I'm gone

Don't wanna hear you weep

when I'm gone in my grave

In my grave

I'll be back in a minute.

Y'all keep the show

going till then.

We ain't goin'

nowhere.

...down again.

She's still poorly.

- Where's the baby?

- Who are you?

What do you want?

Frank!

Get outta here.

Get on outta here! Go on, get

outta here and leave us alone.

Come on now, Ruth.

You wouldn't deny a father the

right to see his son, would ya?

You git, I say. Scat you!

Damn! Gimme that. Let it go!

Well, that's my boy,

isn't it?

Everything all right, ma'am?

Our guest

is just leavin'.

Come on, Frank, let's go.

I'll be back.

In the end, you and

the baby gonna be back.

I ain't scared

of you! No, sir!

You should be.

Mind your manners, boy!

Grady,

what does Gladys think

of you stayin' out late...

and losin' your money to me

in poker night after night?

She likes it

just fine.

They got Big George. Idgie!

- Let go of him!

- Let me handle this!

We seen how you treat your n*ggers

around here and we don't like it.

I'm the law in these parts. I don't

care what you like or don't like.

Turn him loose.

Don't get riled up,

n*gger lover.

You deaf or somethin'?

I said, let him go!

Before you get yourselves in a

whole lot of trouble! Calm down.

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