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so I've worked pretty

steady since I was 15.

You made a livin' for

the whole family?

No. Mama sewed for people.

But basically I did.

I want to ask you something.

What?

You know all those things

you said you want?

Yeah.

Answer me quick.

Which you want most?

All of it. I want it all.

And I want to make it right.

I do.

Since I've been 11 or 12 years

old, I've had my life mapped out.

I haven't pushed hard these

last years, but I'm gonna

start next year.

I'm starting next year,

too, by God. That's the

time to start for me.

I'm serious. I'm gonna

be a singer.

I'm gonna make some

money, have some kids...

and then I'm gonna stop singing

and raise those kids right.

Have a big house with

yellow roses all around it.

You think that's silly? No.

I figure somebody

ought to be happy.

Hell. It might as

well be me. Right?

Right.

I've never met a woman like you.

I can talk to you.

You know what that

means to a man?

Do you?

I don't know.

Let's go dancin'.

Where? Right out here. Come on.

In the parking lot? Yep.

Are you kiddin'?

I don't do this. You don't?

No. But I'm doin' it.

No, Charlie, don't leave me.

I was starving,

and I didn't even know.

Hey, Mama!

Mama, come here.

What are you doing here

on Sunday morning?

Mama, I feel so good!

Don't give me that dark

look. I feel so damn good!

What's them suitcases?

I left him.

I don't care!

There's a man. No,

I'm doing this for me.

There's a man. Mama! Honey baby!

Come on, honey.

Be happy for me.

Does Gerald know?

I stopped by on my way

over here and told him.

You know what he said? What?

"Patsy, if your considered

opinion is that you really

want a divorce...

I'll not stand in your way."

There's a man. You're too happy.

Yes, there is.

I don't know. There might be.

I don't know, but oh,

sweet Jesus, I just feel so good.

Oh, my darling, you're crying

Boohoohoohoo

There's no use in denying

I've cried for you

It was your favorite pastime

Making me blue

Last week was the last time

I cried for you

Seven hankies blue

I filled with my tears

Seven letters too

I filled with my fears

Guess it never pays

To make your lover blue

Seven lonely days

I cried and I cried for you

Oh, my darling, you're crying

Boohoohoohoo

Your cheating heart

Will make you weep

You'll cry and cry

And try to sleep

But sleep won't come

The whole night through

Your cheating heart

Will tell on you

When tears come down

Like falling rain

You'll toss around

Nice day.

Great day.

Do you want to top me

all the time? Just say,

"Yes, it's a nice day."

Yes, it's a nice day.

This water is cold.

We used to come swimmin'

here up till November.

I'm telling you, this water's

got ice cubes in it.

A guy in my class says he saw an

with his mouth open,

showing white.

I ain't afraid of snakes.

Take a swim, big talk. Go ahead.

I'll pay you. How much will

it take for you to jump in?

What? I'm serious. How much?

Three hundred.

You'd really do it?

You got the cash? I love it!

Man, I wish I had $300.

You don't have it?

I ain't jumping in for nothin'.

I'll save you.

You want to have other

nice days like today?

Sure.

I mean lots of them. Sure.

No, I mean lots of them.

Good times all the

time, Sunday to Sunday.

What?

Charlie?

Wanna get married?

I dare you!

Yes!

You telling me yes? Yes!

Beautiful. Doesn't

she look beautiful?

Are you ready?

We're ready.

Byebye.

If you find yourself

wondering what to do in

the dark, give me a call.

I think I can manage.

I'll see you at work.

On Monday morning.

Byebye, Mama.

I love you, sugar.

You take care of yourself.

You look so pretty today. Bye.

What the hell you been

doing in there? Come here.

It's kind of scary,

isn't it? What do you mean?

You go out and buy a new dress...

stand in front of a

preacher, say a few words...

suddenly everything's changed.

I just want it to work out,

Charlie. I want everything

to be right.

Well, come here.

Wait.

This is my wedding night.

I want the words.

Say the words.

I love you.

Say it again.

I love you, goddamn it!

That's so nice.

I want this to work out, too.

I'm sure as hell gonna try.

Yeah? Yeah.

Here. You look like you

need this more than me.

God bless you, mister.

Big night, huh?

Real big.

Tell me. How was the

honeymoon? Nice?

Hell, yeah. It was wonderful.

Two days at a cutrate

motel. It was great.

Real uptown stuff.

Pasty didn't like it?

Patsy didn't say a word.

She wouldn't. I didn't like it.

I didn't like it. Jesus,

you're in a mood.

I've got $12 to my name.

Twelve dollars until payday.

The money ain't so bad here.

Or so good.

What do you want?

Want to be like that old

fart, Lawrence?

Wear a suit, run the place?

Hell, no.

I'd just like somethin'

different maybe. Do something

a little better.

I'd like to get my

own place maybe.

I don't care,

I ain't gonna do it.

The idea of you asking me to

go on television and lie.

I am not asking you to lie.

All you've got to do is say,

"Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.

I brought my friend Patsy

Cline. I'm her talent scout."

That's not a lie.

You are my friend.

I ain't gonna do it,

so stop flapping your jaws at me.

That man from the show told

you that talent scouts

can't be a relative.

Is that why you give me

that housecoat of yours

with the puff sleeves?

I give you that housecoat

'cause you said you liked it.

Well, I won't lie on television.

Goddamn it! I'm not

asking you to lie.

Just don't spill your

guts is all I'm askin'.

Stop that dirty talk now.

Mama, think of what it could mean

to sing on national television.

All you gotta do is just say...

"Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.

I've brought my friend Patsy

Cline. I'm her talent scout."

Come on, Mama.

Do I have to get on my

knees and beg you? I will.

Please! Help me to be a

singer, have my house with

the yellow roses. Please!

That house with the yellow roses!

I'm sick of hearing about it.

What does Charlie

say about all this?

He thinks it's a terrific idea.

Well, I ain't gonna do it.

The idea of me on television.

Thirty seconds.

They're from

Winchester, Virginia.

Patsy, I can't do it.

You can, too. Don't be

an old chicken.

You look beautiful.

A little color in your cheeks.

Mrs. Hensley? You're on.

Follow me. Just say what

we practiced.

Say what we practiced and

smile. You look real pretty.

You're better looking

than her, Woodhouse.

Get her off of there.

Let's see Patsy.

Marla Kleinman. Remember, folks.

Your applause is on

the applause meter.

Get lost! Stop it.

Hello and welcome.

There's your mama!

That is a pretty dress.

What color is that exactly?

Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.

And I brought my

friend Patsy Cline.

And I'm her talent scout. Good.

Miss Cline, let's go.

Hurry please, around the back.

Where are you from?

Winchester, Virginia.

That's lovely country. So,

what's Patsy's talent?

She sings.

Does she sing better than I do?

Oh. Well, she's...

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