Oklahoma! Page #6

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You can live outdoors is one,

and you can live in a hole

is the other.

I set by my horse

in the brush somewheres

and I heared a rattlesnake

many a time.

(IMITATES RATTLESNAKE) He'd go...

Scared to death

somebody gonna step on him.

- Got his old fangs all ready.

- Curly, you better get out of here!

How did you get to be

the way you are anyhow?

Sittin' in here

in this filthy hole.

Why don't you do something

healthy once in a while,

'stead of stayin' shut up here,

a-crawlin' and festerin'?

(SHOUTS)

(GUN CLATTERS ON TABLE)

- (DOG BARKING)

- (CHICKENS CLUCKING)

Well.

You ought to feel better now.

I wish you'd let me

show you something.

There's a knothole over there,

about as big as a dime.

You see it a-winkin'?

(GUNSHOT)

Right through the knothole.

Slick as a whistle.

(CLAMORING)

Who fired off a gun?

Was that you, Curly?

Well, I... I shot once.

Well, what was you shooting at?

- Knotholes.

- Well, ain't you a pair of pretty nothings,

a-peckin' away at knotholes and

scarin' everybody to death. Well!

What happened, Aunt Eller?

What happened?

Nobody hurt. Just a pair

of fools swappin' noises.

Oh, excuse. Excuse.

Mind if I visit with you gents?

I got a few pretties to show you.

Private knickknacks,

special for the menfolk.

Not me. I gotta shine up that

surrey I done hired for tonight.

Laurey promised to go with me

and she better not change her mind.

She better not!

Now, take a look at those.

Straight from Paris.

- You got a frog-sticker?

- You mean one of them long knives?

I tell you what I'd like better.

You know them things

called a Little Wonder?

You hold it up to your eye. You look

through it. You see pictures.

You say to a fella, "Come here.

Look through here. "

And when he's lookin' through it,

you press a little jigger on the end...

and out snaps a blade,

and then bang.

Down you come.

A good joke to play on a friend.

No, I don't have no things

like that. Too dangerous.

Here, take a look

at these postcards.

I'm sick of them things.

I want me a real woman.

I'm tired of all

these pictures of women.

Well, throw them away.

Buy some new ones.

If you get tired of a woman,

what can you do?

Nothing. You just keep

getting tireder and tireder.

I've made up my mind.

Oh, say, you know a girl

named Ado Annie?

- I don't want her.

- I don't want her either, but I got her.

Ain't you done your basket yet?

Lands, you ain't even dressed.

I believe you got something

worryin' on your mind.

Aunt Eller, I want everything

to stay just the way it is.

Well, won't it?

I like living the way we do.

I like the looks of the

prairie outside my window,

and the thicket where

the possums live,

and the way we set round in the

evenings in thrashing time,

eatin' mush melons

and a-singin', and...

Oh, lots of things.

Why should any of that have

to change, Laurey, honey?

- What if something happened?

- What could happen?

We got money in the bank

and it's gonna be another

good year for corn and oats.

(CHUCKLES)

You are a silly.

"Hold bottle two inches

from nostril.

"Close your eyes and inhale.

"Ask your heart

what you really want

"and wait for the answer. "

(SNIFFS, COUGHS)

Elixir of Egypt,

make up my mind for me.

I'm waitin' for the answer.

Out of your dreams

Your dreams, your dreams

Out of your dreams

Your dreams, your dreams

Out of my dreams

And into your arms

I long to fly

I will come as evening comes

To woo a waiting sky

Out of my dreams and into the hush

Of falling shadows

When the mist is low

And stars are breaking through

Then out of my dreams

I'll go

Into a dream

With

You

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING VARIATIONS)

(RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(ORCHESTRA CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(ORCHESTRA CONTINUES)

(ORCHESTRA STOPS)

(WIND STOPS)

(ORCHESTRA RESUMES)

(THUNDERCLAP)

JUD:
Laurey?

Laurey?

(GASPS)

Time to go to the party.

(SHOUTING)

(SINGING)

(BANJO PLAYING)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la

la, la, la, la, la, la

(BANJO PLAYS)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

(MEN WHOOPING)

Crawlin' along like this, we'll

get there when the party's over.

Last time I saw you alone

was in the winter.

I was sick,

and I remember you

brung me some hot soup,

out to the smokehouse

and you give it to me.

Me in bed.

And you asked me if I had a fever.

Put your hand on my head to see.

- I remember.

- Do you?

Bet you don't remember

as much as me.

I remember everything

you ever done,

every word you ever said.

I can't get it out of my mind.

You see how it is?

(WHIP CRACKS)

JUD:
Whoa, boy! Whoa!

(LOUD CRACK)

- Whoa there!

- (WHINNYING)

Whoa there! Whoa!

(LAUREY SCREAMS)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

- Whoa now. Whoa there!

- (SCREECHING)

Whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.

MAN:
Quiet, everyone.

The farmer and the cowman

should be friends

Oh, the farmer and the

cowman should be friends

One man likes to push a plow

The other likes to chase a cow

But that's no reason why

they can't be friends

Territory folks

should stick together

Territory folks should all be pals

Cowboys dance

with the farmers' daughters

Farmers dance

with the ranchers' gals

CHORUS:
Territory folks

should stick together

Territory folks should all be pals

Cowboys dance

with the farmers' daughters

Farmers dance

with the ranchers' gals

No, no, no.

I'd like to say a

word for the farmer

- Well, say it.

- Yeah!

He come out West

and made a lot of changes

He come out West

and built a lot of fences

And built 'em right across

our cattle ranges

Why don't dirt scratchers go back

to Missouri where they belong?

(CLAMORING)

The farmer is a good

and thrifty citizen

He's thrifty, all right.

No matter what the cowman

says or thinks

You seldom see him

drinkin' in a barroom

Unless somebody else

is buyin' drinks

(LAUGHING)

But the farmer and the

cowman should be friends

Oh, the farmer and the

cowman should be friends

The cowman ropes a cow with ease

The farmer steals

her butter and cheese

But that's no reason why

they can't be friends

Territory folks

should stick together

Territory folks should all be pals

Cowboys dance

with the farmers' daughters

Farmers dance

with the ranchers' gals

Quiet, everybody.

I'd like to say a

word for the cowboy

Oh, you would, would you?

The road he treads

is difficult and stony

He rides for days on end with

just a pony for a friend

I sure am feelin' sorry

for the pony

(PEOPLE SHOUT)

The farmer should be

sociable with the cowboy

If he rides by and asks

for food and water

Don't treat him like a louse

Make him welcome in your house

But be sure that you lock up

your wife and daughter

Who wants an old farm woman anyhow?

Notice you married one so's

you could get a square meal.

You can't talk that-a-way

about our women.

He can say what he wants.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Oh, the farmer and the

cowman should be friends

Oh, the farmer and the

cowman should be friends

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