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mustrt be upset by this.

You don't want to be an actress.

This thing is ridiculous.

Why is it ridiculous?

Because you say so?

You say I don't want to act because

you're not interested in acting.

I notice you're doing

what interests you.

You like farming, so

you expect me to like it.

But it's not fair. I wanna

make something of myself.

I don't wanna sit around, be an old maid

and hoe potatoes for the rest of my life.

I've found something I want

to do and I'm going to do it.

And if you try and stop me,

you're just being selfish, Jane.

- Okay, take these out with you too.

- Okay.

- Attagirl.

- Mr. Ross.

I've changed my mind. You

can stay and put on your show.

Miss Falbury, you don't know

what this means. All right, kids.

All right, kids. Listen, listen

kids. All right. All right.

Look, rehearsal tomorrow, 10:00 sharp.

Wait a minute. No. Wait, wait. Wait

a minute. You didn't let me finish.

You see, a farm can't support

a lot of people who do nothing.

Things don't just grow, you know.

There are chores to be done,

milking, weeding, candling...

...and I'm afraid you're...

You're all going to have to help.

Now, we start tomorrow morning at 6.

Okay.

Good night.

Six o'clock? Hey, Joe, I didn't

come up here to be an early bird.

- Now, listen. Listen, everybody.

- Quiet! Quiet!

- We've got a chance...

- Good night.

- Good night. Good night.

- We got a chance to put on this show.

Now, suppose we have to milk cows

or pick eggs or make with a hoe?

- What of it? What's so tough about it?

- Joe, I don't...

- You want everything to fall in your lap?

- No.

Do you want to quit now

and give up the whole show?

- Go back to rehearsing in warehouses?

- No.

Well?

I hear your message,

brother. Show me the way.

You're wise and good. I don't wanna

be a lazy no-account like you all.

I wanna be saved.

Save me.

Save me.

Well, I don't wanna sound

like I'm preaching a sermon.

Oh, preach to me. Preach.

But I've heard people say

What did they say?

They said, "The early

bird catches the worm. "

And there's a lot of good

logic In that old clich

You know, he's right. Listen

to him, children. He's right.

There are certain obligations

you just can't shirk.

You gotta put the heat

on To make the kettle perk

Now, ain't that the truth?

Are you listening to the man?

This is the man who saved

me. I was wicked. I was blind.

This is the man who showed me the way.

Took me by the hand

up to the glory river.

This man showed me the light.

This man here. This is the

man who give me the beat.

This is the man who made

me be righteous. This man.

And if you want it to be a good day

You gotta do a good day's work

You gotta dig, dig,

dig Dig for your dinner

Nothing's what you get for free

You gotta dig, dig,

dig Dig for your dinner

Never was a money tree

And furthermore, my

friends, I must repeat

Nobody's living down on Easy Street

And if you wanna owe for groceries

You're gonna get An

awful lot of "No, sirees"

You gotta dig, dig,

dig Dig for a dollar

'Tain't as simple as you think

You can't purloin a sirloin Or

the butcher'll put you in the clink

You just can't be a lazy bird

You gotta get off of your twig

So you can afford Your

room and your board

And it's nice to have

the price of a cig

Hey, you gotta pay the fiddler

man If you wanna do a jig

You gotta be as busy as

a bee To be a Mister B-I-G

And if you want

some dig-dig-dignity

You gotta dig, dig, dig

Dig, dig for your dinner

- Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

- Hear him talking to you

- Dig, brother, dig

- That's the spirit, brother

- Dig, brother, dig

- Join the chorus, brothers

Dig, brother dig, brother

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

That's right You gotta see the light

You gotta pull your load

You gotta dig the ground

You gotta get it hoed

- You gotta pitch right in or hit the road

- Save me!

You're saved

You gotta feed the

chickens Gotta milk the cow

You gotta stack the hay

You gotta push the plow

You gotta feed, milk,

stack, push The time is now

And dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

You gotta pull the weeds

You gotta rope the steer

You gotta bag the tiger

Gotta shoot the deer

- You gotta see your dentist twice a year

- And dig, dig, dig, dig

- Dig, brother, dig

- I been digging, brother

Dig, brother, dig

Up there?

Dig, brother, dig, brother

Dig

Dig

Dig, dig

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig!

Dig for your dinner It's

harder than you think

Purloin a sirloin And

you wind up in the clink

You just can't be a lazy bird

You gotta get off of your twig

So you'll afford your room and

board And it's nice to buy a cig

Say, you got to pay that

fiddler man If you wanna do a jig

Be as busy as a bee

Be a

Mr. B-I-G

If you want

dig-dig-dignity

Dig, brother, dig

Dig, brother, dig

Dig, brother, dig

Dig

Dig

Dig

Dig, dig, dig, dig Dig for your dinner

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig

Dig!

On our feet. On our

feet. Hit the floor.

On our feet.

Joe.

Good morning. Good morning. Did

you have a good night's rest?

You three girls weed the truck garden.

You can each get a hoe over there.

And you two clean the pen,

feed the pigs. Right over there.

Clean the henouse and feed the chickens.

I'll bring the grain in a minute.

Separate the cream, give

the skim milk to the hogs.

You better help her. No, it's

over that way. That's right.

- Do you know how to milk cows?

- Sure.

Well, you'll find the pails in the milk

house. You'd better oil the harness.

Come on. Pretty piggy. Here, piggy.

Here, piggy. Piggy, piggy. Come on.

All right.

Pig, pig, pig, pig, pig. That's right.

All right, chickens.

Hey, chickens. Look what I got.

- Hey, chicken. Here, chick...

- Here, chick, chick. Here chick, chick, chick.

Here, chick, chick, chick.

Here, chick. Here,

chick, chick, chick.

Chick. All right, here.

Here, chick. Chick, chick.

Say, I think this is

gonna work out all right.

At least we got a few extra hands.

Extra mouths too. Look at that.

Why not get some girls in to help you?

No, thanks. I'd rather

break them myself.

Actresses.

I knew it was going to happen someday.

Either you or Abigail going on the stage.

Felt it in my bones. The whole

thing's your Aunt Matilda's fault.

Run off with a vaudeville

magician in 1919.

Three months after they

married, he disappeared.

Never saw hide nor hair of him.

Family hushed it up, of course.

- I used to catch her out in the barn.

- Hey, Es, look. Joe Ross.

"Those kids have talent,"

she'd say, "real talent. "

"Never mind their

talent," I says to her.

- Where's your talent...

- Please.

Where did you learn to dance?

- Her Aunt Matilda, a real scatterbrain.

- Esme, please.

You're good. It must

run in the family.

Here. Try this one:

What's wrong? Too tough? Come

on, you can do it if you try.

- Look...

- Oh, she don't have to.

- Jane's brains are in her head, not her feet.

- Oh, Joe. Good morning, darling.

- It's a good morning now.

- Your orange juice is in the refrigerator.

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