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in cash...

the sum of $1,200.

$1,200...

which, any of these gentlemen here

I'm sure will be happy to tell you...

is twice the value of that land.

- Definitely.

- At least twice the value of that land.

That's a lot of money.

What are you aiming do with all of it?

You're in the chips now, boy.

There it is. There it is, boy.

And it's all yours.

I don't know what to say.

She sure was a fine lady.

Yes, she was a fine lady. Hallelujah!

Amen.

I want you to know

that I appreciate her generosity.

Yours, too, Bick. And you all.

I want to thank you for it.

You know something, Bick?

I don't know, but it might not be...

a pretty good idea

to gamble along with old "Madama".

How do you mean?

Just gamble on.

Just keep what she gave me.

I'm sentimental, too, Bick.

I think it's good to gamble on with her.

I know that land ain't worth much...

but then someday I just might up...

and put my own fence around her...

and call her Little Reata.

See you.

There's one thing on this earth more

important than money, and that's land!

I heard Luz say it a thousand times.

Pa said it and Bick, too. And it's true!

If you ever get to Deep Smith,

you come and pay us a visit.

We're just on the other side of Umbarger.

Only a little-bitty, no-account piece,

only we had a run of luck.

- Only? Why, a gusher came in last year.

- How wonderful.

Right now it's bringing in a million.

- A million gallons?

- Dollars.

A million dollars a year?

A million dollars a month.

- Goodbye. Thanks for treating us right.

- Thank you for coming.

I just love talking to you, Uncle Bawley.

Now that it's over, you get your fellow...

to take you around

and show you our country.

See San Antonio, Dallas and Houston.

I'm so impatient.

I want to see it all right now.

You don't have to hurry, honey.

It'll be here when you get around to it.

It's been here a long time.

And when you've seen it all

and have lived with it as I have...

in 25 years from now,

you'll feel about Texas just like I do.

Twenty-five years from now!

Twenty-five years from now

I'll be almost 50.

It's a nice age, Leslie.

You'll see wonderful things in Texas

when you're 50.

Perhaps.

But I won't care as much then.

You'll care more.

Because then

you'll have been part of it all.

Come on, we need you in the powwow.

I'm coming, gentlemen.

You get with it, Gomez.

Get your people out.

I don't want any of them

sitting on their honkers come election day.

Everything will be "bueno, seor".

It will be the same: Good.

I love you.

Thank you.

We're just talking business. Just business.

Please, don't mind me.

Do go on.

I'll listen, quiet as a little old mouse.

You'd be bored, honey.

This is dull.

Why, I'd be fascinated.

We're talking about politics.

You married me in Washington,

remember, darling?

I lived next door to politics.

Brought up with it.

Please go on talking. I'd love it.

This is men's stuff.

Leslie, how about a cup of coffee

or a drink?

Men's stuff!

Lord have mercy!

Set up my spinning wheel, girls.

I'll join the harem section in a minute.

Don't you go worrying

your pretty little head about politics.

You mean my pretty, empty head,

don't you, Judge?

Could I get the coffee for you?

You, too, Uncle Brutus?

You don't feel well, Leslie.

I feel just great!

My adrenaline glands

are pumping beautifully.

If I may say so before retiring...

you gentlemen date back 100,000 years.

You ought to be wearing leopard skins

and carrying clubs.

Politics!

Business!

What's so masculine about a conversation

that a woman can't enter into it?

Leslie, you're tired.

Perhaps I am.

I reckon I'll go on upstairs

and get my beauty sleep.

You go ahead on, honey.

Good night, gentlemen.

That's right.

Send the children on up to bed

so the grownups can talk.

Good night, honey.

I must have dropped off.

Darling, I am sorry

about my caveman speech.

I'll apologize to the others first thing,

I promise.

That's big of you.

You certainly distinguished yourself

this evening.

- Shh, they can hear.

- Hear? They heard you already.

Every word you said out there.

We date back 100,000 years.

I said I was sorry about the name-calling.

It was very impolite, I know.

But in principle, I was absolutely right.

You come down here

and try to tell us how to run things.

Insulting my friends and everything.

Now you look here, Leslie.

You're my wife, Mrs. Jordan Benedict.

I'm asking you, when will you settle down

and behave like everybody else?

- Never!

- Who do you think you are, anyhow?

Joan of Arc, or something?

Jordan, where are you going?

Jordan, take off your hat.

Carrying on like Carrie Nation!

Preaching stuff that's none

of your business, fixing the world.

Why don't you join a club?

Honestly, Jordan.

You make me sound just awful.

I'm not all that bad.

You knew what a frightful girl I was

when you married me.

I did not deceive you, sir.

From the first moment,

I couldn't have been more unpleasant.

Anyway, you're stuck with me.

Yes, I guess.

Honey, take your hat off.

Besides...

you love me very much.

That fine mind of yours

gets pretty repulsive at times.

That's not what you told me on the train.

Now you're gonna throw that up to me.

I thought what we...

I thought what we said on the train

was in confidence.

Of course, darling.

But I'll never forget a single word

you say to me.

You can be pretty wonderful at times.

Come on, partner.

Why don't you kick off your spurs?

What a glorious, gorgeous,

brand-new day!

Let's spend every hour of it, just you and I.

Honey, I'm beat.

Why?

You have all the good things in the world.

And a woman

who loves you very, very much.

But that arguing takes a lot out of me.

That was just frightful.

The best part about quarreling

is making up.

When we make up, we make up.

Don't we, honey?

Why can't we take a trip, really see Texas?

Just let somebody else run Reata.

Couldn't we?

Honey, I want you to understand this.

I run Reata at all times.

That's the way it is.

Everything that's in it and on it

is run by me.

Don't raise your voice.

That's the way it's always been.

Everything that has a Reata brand on it

is run by me.

Does that include me?

That's the way my father ran this outfit

and my grandfather, too. All of it.

He kept it together for his son,

and my father for his.

And I'm keeping it together for mine.

All 595,000 square miles?

All of it. For my son.

You could at least say "our son".

Our son.

Don't you think that might be

a little too much for one little baby?

Not if he's a Benedict.

You'd better hope this is a boy.

Our baby. I just said I'm hoping it's a boy.

What do you mean?

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you now.

Why didn't you tell me?

I mean, I should know.

- Are you sure?

- Sure.

And our baby is going to be a boy.

I know it.

A boy very much like his father.

In many ways...

but not all.

Shouldn't she be putting on

a little weight?

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