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Connie, white Jersey, $2,500.

We're gonna have the best fair ever.

Yep, we got the best damn fair ever.

Let me see that.

I'll get some liniment for that.

Shorthorn.

- It ain't gonna sting, is it?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- That's gonna heal just fine.

- Yeah.

See? It didn't hurt a bit.

- Not you, you old wart.

- You old cheese.

Goddamn old weevil, you!

- You old sow belly!

- You goddamn cowgut!

Okay.

I sure am glad you're my brother, Mary Ann.

Black Angus...

- Say you'll spit!

- I won't!

Say it!

Minneapolis. Frieda, Guernsey...

- You turd-head!

- You old skinny sh*t!

Glorybelle...

Hereford.

- How do you like our country ways?

- I've seen worse.

I think I got myself

a smart-ass city slicker.

Uncut fresh coke, $85,000.

Mary Ann, you're a son of a b*tch.

White Jersey, $2,000.

Yeah?

Poppy, white Jersey, on account.

On account? On account of what?

On account of Chicago, you little sheeny.

Chicago, Jezebel, Hereford...

For 100 years, men have slaughtered

these magnificent animals.

Ironically, the largest mammals

that walk the earth...

You going out?

You tore my shirt, you dummy.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm going to that

Chamber of Commerce soire.

I'll pick up Clarabelle down at the boat.

Do you suppose Clarabelle's

got an old dress she don't need?

What?

- I sort of wanna borrow a dress.

- What are you talking about?

She's got a lot of dresses up there

and I'd just like to...

Her dresses don't fit you.

- Mary Ann.

- Yeah, go on.

She buys enough to stuff a silo.

Don't bust a gut.

I never knew a man before,

not even to talk to.

Well, where did they keep you?

In the orphanage with the other girls.

And where was that?

It was in Missouri.

It's the only home I really remember.

It was in the country.

Then you have nobody?

Just Violet.

Who?

Violet. The other girl that was with me.

She's my sister.

Well, not truly, but we're closer than that.

Violet and me,

we'd climb into each other's bed...

when it was really cold in the wintertime,

and hug each other really close.

Sometimes, we'd touch each other...

and dream how men's hands

would feel on us.

I'd talk to her in a really deep voice

and I'd say, "I love you, Violet."

And I'd kiss her so she wouldn't cry.

We tried to run away once.

But the old woman caught us.

She said we couldn't leave,

that we were being raised up special.

But that when we were done, there'd be

lots of handsome men loving us forever.

You didn't really believe that, did you?

No. You could tell they were lying,

but it didn't matter much...

'cause in the spring,

we'd run out into the fields...

and there'd be sunshine and new rain...

and I'd be a squirrel, and a rabbit,

and a badger...

and then I'd fall down and feel the earth...

and in an instant, I'd know that being alive

was just everything.

I like that.

Do you truly?

Truly.

Say my name.

Poppy.

Say it again.

Violet?

Violet's a real pretty name.

Put it on.

You're beautiful, Violet. Yeah, you are.

You're as beautiful as anybody I ever seen.

If you do real good...

I'll take you to the fair.

Yeah, I will.

Jayhawker Fair souvenirs.

Who's gonna have one?

... will be declared ineligible

to be shown to judges.

Those entering in the wrong categories

will be disqualified...

- ...here in the flank. Got that?

- Yep.

Knock them down and win a prize.

Cotton candy coming up.

A young girl at a fair

and she doesn't see anything but her man.

- I love him.

- Do you, now?

Well, he's a fine one.

He is, isn't he?

He is who he is.

If you could see under this jacket,

you'd know.

Four slugs I took in this gut.

But Nick wouldn't let me die.

Was it in the war?

You might say that.

Very good.

How about you?

You want to shake my hand? All right.

Good. Got your hair cut, didn't you?

Used to be way down to there.

Okay, here we are.

Third prize for you,

you old sweet doll, you, you little devil.

Here you are, first prize. Congratulations.

Joe.

Okay. Take it to the ranch, will you?

- I'll just lighten you up.

- Thank you.

Real fine beef you got there, sonny.

Count them out, Joe.

Come on.

He's a pet.

You go home and fatten up

another one for me, hear?

Do you wanna buy a goat?

No.

He's the expert from Chicago.

I heard people talking.

Well, what do you think? Was it all right?

Right tasty. It's smooth.

The milk?

Well?

Well, the fact is, I think

I'd better have a little more.

Full body.

You're certainly a man who knows his milk.

Well, you're certainly a woman

who knows milk.

First prize.

Violet!

Violet, it's so good to see...

Violet? It's me, Poppy.

She ain't feeling so good.

We're gonna work real hard

and get a first next year, aren't we?

Huh? Right?

How about you?

Nick, we were waiting on you.

Judging the price of kids, huh?

No, not these little hunkers.

I wouldn't give them away.

They're right smart Kansas kids.

- What are you looking at?

- Me. Hello, Nick.

Clarabelle.

Well, it looks just like old times.

Hello, Shay.

- Your old bull won first prize.

- Hey, how about that?

Don't she look swell, Nick?

She dresses better than the Governor's wife.

Clarabelle could always think ahead.

You haven't changed a bit, Nick.

Nobody does. Not where it counts.

I'll have to chew on that for a while.

No. You ain't gonna chew on anything.

Just go and talk to the Senator.

See you around, Nick.

What do you think of all this, Nick?

I think it stinks.

You would.

All you know is concrete.

You know, my family were Americans...

when yours was still digging the bugs

out of Irish potatoes.

Go on, wave a flag and make me laugh.

Wait a minute.

You think I don't know this country?

I know it. This is my country.

I give it just what it wants:

dope and flesh.

Something up the arm,

something to lick around the belly.

Did you have a good time last night?

Joe.

Joe. I thought you were back

in New York with Uncle Frank.

Times change.

- Don't they?

- This is not Chicago, Nick.

No Loops, no taxis.

This is my country.

You just bought the farm.

Not me. You.

Mary Ann, the turkey shoot's about to begin.

Let's win us a prize.

Just let my boys show you around.

You little...

Violet!

That ain't fair.

- I'll go for the car. Keep looking.

- Yeah.

Center target.

Contestant number two.

We'll shoot off all of our turkeys later on.

Six hits to center target.

Contestant number three, you may fire.

Will the young lady and gentleman

in their Sunday go-to-meeting clothes...

- please clear the track?

- Out of my way, all of you. Now move.

You are dangerously

close to the firing line.

Go, go, go.

Contestant number three

scored five hits to center target.

No, I'm sorry.

Over there.

- How you kids doing?

- Fine.

Just... Out of my way. Move.

Damned if I see him anywhere.

Me, neither.

Maybe they're still hiding in the woods.

- How you doing, kid?

- Okay.

I'm sorry it was a lousy fair.

But what...

They're trying to kill you.

Well, that's nothing new.

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