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with a volleyball?

It was an accident.

Well, did you say you were sorry?

But she's gonna kill me anyway.

Oh, that whole family is no good.

You know, I think it's glandular.

Whatever gland produces meanness,

they got.

Oh, Mama.

Nobody is gonna kill anybody.

I'll have a talk with her mother

and we'll iron everything out.

Please, don't have a talk

with her mother. Id rather die.

Don't worry, you will.

Travis.

Come on down here and be a tree.

Travis, Travis, Travis.

Come here. Go be a tree.

Mom, promise me you won't

have a talk with her mother.

They'd really have it in for me after that.

Bernice, don't be so dramatic.

Nothing's gonna happen.

You're right, Mom.

It'll be a normal day.

Oh, yes.

Old Man Linton's make-out spot.

I thought you were taking me out

for ice cream. What would your mother say?

She'd probably say,

"Way to go, Justin."

Really?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

What an incredible night.

Mmm.

The place hasn't changed much, has it?

Not at all.

Not that l came here much.

Oh, no, of course not.

Bill was always in training.

He said it always put him off his game...

...to get all riled up the night before.

I see.

He didn't look so happy on TV, did he?

Ha. Oh, God.

Doesn't anybody

watch public television anymore?

I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.

Which part captivated you more?

Was it the part where--?

Let's see, where I appeared

downtrodden and pitiful?

Or was it the part where I looked

stricken and grotesque?

Because I personally preferred the part

where l looked pathetic. I liked that one.

I think I just preferred the part

where you appeared available.

Grow up.

Don't you feel young over here,

just sitting in this truck?

That Old Man Linton was a god.

I guess you had to...

I feel like I'm 16 again.

She said, "You had to be"

Oh, get real, Justin.

She handed me a yellowed photograph

And then said, "See"

"This was my greatest love

My one and only love

And this is me

Back when we were beautiful"

I never kissed a man before Bill.

See

Who said anything about kissing?

Ha, ha.

Did I say that?

She said

"l guess I've gotten used to

These little aches and pains

But l still love to dance

You know we used to dance

The night away"

Birdee Calvert.

"Back when we were beautiful

Beautiful, yes"

Please, Daddy.

Come and get me before it's too late.

I don't feel so good, Grandma.

Aw.

You're going to school today, Rocky.

Man, it's not fair.

Come on, Travis.

Paper wings

All torn and bent

You made me feel

That they were heaven-sent

Four-eyes.

Bookworm.

Popeye.

Angels were singing

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Oh, how could I

Expect to fly

With only paper wings?

I tried to fly

But found that I

Had only paper wings

Hey.

How was school?

Huh?

Hey, weasel.

Fine!

What happened?

She lived.

I can turn the gray sky blue

I can make it rain

Whenever l want it to

I can build a castle

From a single grain of sand

I can make a ship sail on dry land

But my life is incomplete and Im so blue

'Cause l can't get next to you

I can't get next to you, babe.

Next to you.

Next to you.

I just can't get next to you

No matter what l do

I can't get next to you

Chicka-boom, chicka-boom

Girl, it's you that l need.

I gotta get

Next to you

Can't you see these tears I'm cryin'?

I can't get

Next to you

l, I, I...

Take me back where l belong

Back to Travis County

I've been gone for way too long

God, Mr. and Mrs. Whitehead.

They were like 100 years old

when l knew them.

Oh, look. Hi, hi.

Miss Ramona.

Did you want to dance with me?

Oh, no.

I mean, my goodness. You go

dance with someone your own age.

I never.

All right. Sorry I bothered you.

Oh, well, all right, then.

Will you excuse us, honey?

Birdee? Birdee Pruitt?

It's me, Suzy.

Oh, my God. Hi!

How are you?

Well...

Oh, my God.

The baby's due in six weeks.

I can see that.

So l thought you'd moved

to Houston.

Well, Im just in for the weekend.

Mama told me you were in town.

Yeah. Im here.

You look wonderful.

Oh.

Seriously.

Well, thank you.

Aren't you clever? That's the way to

get Bill to come crawling back to you.

Oh, l don't-- That's--

Would you look at Polka Dot?

The doughnut's best friend.

Oh, look. There's Justin Matisse.

I heard he lost that great job in California

because he wouldn't work fast enough.

Oops. He's headed this way.

Hey.

Hey.

Honor me?

What?

I want to dance with you.

Justin, l can't--

Excuse us.

Justin,

I can't dance anymore.

Dancing is just a conversation

between two people.

Talk to me.

Yeah, I started feelin' funny

When you walked through that door

Well, it ain't happened yet

But Id be willin' to bet

You'll be having a hard time

Coming back for more

You can do it, now.

Oh, look out now.

Come on. Come on now.

Come on, Birdee.

Yeah, there's some kind

Of something happening

I'm not sure

But l know them better than that now

Yeah, I started feelin' funny

When you walked through that door

Yeah, but it ain't happened yet

But Id be willin' to bet

You'll be having a hard time

Coming back for more

Thank you, folks. Thank you very much.

All right. Hey, we're gonna take

a short break now...

...but we're gonna leave you

with some fine tunes on the jukebox.

Thanks for the dance.

Hey, hey, hey.

What?

And the whole world is on your case

I would offer you a warm embrace

Make you feel my love

The evening shadows

And the stars appear

And there is no one there

To dry your tears

Just breathe.

To make you feel my love

I know you haven't

Made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

Ive known it from the moment

That we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

Okay, be kind.

It's a work in progress.

It's beautiful.

It's a door.

Come on in.

This is it.

Nineteenth-century Texas pine.

I love that smell.

Feel this.

It's tongue-and-groove.

Excuse me?

They're cut and matched

perfect to fit together.

You, um--?

You want to see the porch?

It's this way.

It's gonna have a great view,

once I get rid of that trailer.

This is gonna wrap all the way

around the house.

This is nice.

Yeah, they call that a swing.

Maybe you could hang it.

Yeah, l could. This is from

Mom and Dad's old place.

Yeah?

Mm-hm.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

It's comfy, huh?

Yeah.

This is gonna be a real nice house, Justin.

Who was your architect?

You're kidding, right?

That's half the fun.

You go around Smithville painting

houses, and you can do this?

Yeah.

You could do so much more.

I guess so, huh?

You know what l meant.

I know exactly what you meant.

You're talking about the American dream.

You find something that you love

and then you twist it and you torture it.

Try to find a way to make money at it.

Spend a lifetime doing that.

At the end, you can't find a trace

of what you started out loving.

What did you start out loving?

I don't remember.

For me, it was doing things right.

That's all.

That's why I came back here,

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