Sweet Dreams Page #3

She's wonderful.

She made a record.

Why don't we bring her out?

Ladies and gentlemen...

let's welcome Patsy Cline.

Come on, Patsy! Come on, baby!

I go out walkin' after midnight

Out in the moonlight

just like we used to do

I'm always walkin' after midnight

Searchin' for you

She looks great, don't she?

I walk for miles

along the highway

Well, that's just my way

of sayin' I love you

I'm always walkin' after midnight

Searchin' for you

That's beautiful.

I stopped to see a weepin'

willow cryin' on his pillow

Maybe he's cryin' for me

You lucky boy.

She could make it big.

Night winds whisper to me

I'm lonesome as I can be

She's singing good.

I go out walkin' after midnight

Out in the moonlight

just hopin' you may be

Somewhere out walkin'

after midnight

Searchin' for me

Patsy Cline!

This Virginia gal can sing.

Let us hear from you

through the applause meter.

Watch the meter. Come on,

people, clap louder.

Go, go!

Patsy Cline is the winner!

She won!

Bull's eye!

A little draggy to me that

time. Patsy, that's all right.

This is gonna make us all a

whole lot of money, little girl.

Listen, boys, you don't

mind if we try it one...

Come on. One more time.

Thanks a lot, boys.

I'm home, baby.

Where've you been?

I stopped and had a drink.

Yeah. Five or seven.

I worked my hump off

making you baked chicken,

you come home this late.

I'll eat it.

You got a finger? Then put it

in a telephone and dial when

you'll be late.

I said I'd eat the thing.

Lady, I've got a message

for you. Screw your baked

chicken and screw you.

Yeah? That's the last time I'm

gonna make you something nice.

Oh, poor Patsy.

You dumb son of a b*tch!

You want your dinner?

Why don't you eat it now?

Gonna throw a plate?

You wanna start on

the living room?

Charlie, look what you've done!

Goddamn it!

Sip it slow and the

world stays sweet.

My daddy used to say

that same thing.

Do my back, baby,

would you please?

He was something, my old man.

He used to eat cold navy

bean sandwiches for

breakfast every morning.

I hope he rots in hell.

What do you mean?

He's crazy.

He tried some stuff with me once.

You telling me he tried

to mess with you?

I don't want to talk about

that now. How come you

never told me about that?

How come you never say

anything about your family?

Not when I'm in such a good mood.

Hello? Patsy Cline?

That's me. What? Who is it?

Is it Woodhouse? Hush up.

I'm sorry. I didn't hear

you. Tell him he made me

late for dinner.

For the love of God,

put a lid on it. Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry, my husband's

a little nuts.

This is Decca Records. What?

That's Decca Records.

" Walkin' after Midnight"

jumped to number 16!

I am on the son of

a bitchin' charts!

Goddamn it, baby!

Let's go spend some money.

I got a letter from Washington.

Probably from Eisenhower,

wanting to know why I

didn't vote for him.

Sh*t! I've been drafted.

What? They want me to

show up next week.

I can't be drafted.

I'm in the National Guard.

You said they never miss

you at those meetings.

Well, I ain't goin',

I'll tell you that much.

I'll shoot my toe off.

I'll tell 'em I'm a

homo. I ain't goin'!

I love you. Take care

of yourself.

Bye, baby.

Well, now, it ain't

the end of the world.

Fort Bragg's not exactly

a million miles away.

You've got that tour coming up.

Sh*t! Why don't you tell me every

cloud's got a silver linin'?

Why don't you move

in with me, honey?

No sense in paying

rent on your place.

Well, good mornin'.

Says who?

For heaven's sake.

Sit up and take some nourishment.

Charlie'll have his first

leave in three weeks...

and you walk around with your

lower lip draggin' the floor.

Big bawlin' baby.

I oughta fix you a sugar tit.

You're still not too big

for me to smack your jaws

for you. You know that?

You make that sign again,

I'll leave the print of

my hand across your face.

I'll make your teeth rattle.

For those of you who've

got to get to work,

it's 8:
30 in the morning.

Let's continue listening

to everybody's favorites.

I got a check today.

Why don't you go out and

spend some money?

It'll make you feel better.

Says who?

You're just too mean

to live lately.

Well, what do you think?

I think it's beautiful.

I think I hate it.

You sour, mean thing.

But I know how to

get sweet again.

I'm lookin' for Charlie

Dick of the 20th Battalion.

Go down here and turn left.

Can you tell me where

"C" Company is?

Right over there. There?

Thank you. You're welcome.

Charlie!

Hey, baby. How are ya?

What'd they do to your

hair? They cut it.

Eat your hearts out!

Come on, honey. Hurry up,

get the key in there.

I was waitin' to see you.

Wait, Charlie.

I gotta close the window.

Hurry up.

You know something, Charlie?

You can't go to your grave

saying you weren't ever loved.

'Cause no matter what happens to

you for the rest of your life...

right now, by God,

somebody loves you.

Totally.

Come on home and

fool around with me

So, honey, fool around You'll

know right where I'm at

And don't worry if I'm lonesome

'cause I'm used to that

And when you're tired of foolin'

'round with two or three

Then come on home and

fool around with me

Won't you come home,

Bill Bailey Won't you come home

I'm home the whole day long

I'll do the cookin',

honey I'll pay the rent

I know I've done you wrong

Remember that rainy

evenin' I drove you out

With nothin' but a fine tooth

comb Take it home.

I know that I'm to blame

And ain't that a shame

Bill Bailey, won't you please

come home Come home, Bill Bailey

Bill Bailey, won't you

please come home

Lord, I'm give out.

I'm so tired, my ass is draggin'

the floor behind me.

I'm so tired,

I wished I was dead.

I'm so tired, I wished

I'd never been born.

I'm so tired, I wished my

daddy'd had his thing cut

off so he never...

God Almighty! Will you

boys let it be?

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around this shack

Till the milk train comes back

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

I ain't gonna work

on the railroad

I ain't gonna work on the farm

Gonna lay around this shack

till the milk train comes back

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

Patsy?

Are you okay?

Darling, tell those boys

they'll have to wait.

I can't get up.

How about it? You gonna live?

Oh, Lord, I've been better.

Let me have a sip of this.

You have to do that in

the mornin'? It puts hair

on your head.

Oh, my God in heaven!

I bet I'm pregnant.

Lord, I can't be pregnant.

I just had a hit record.

My husband's in the army.

I mean, oh, Lord.

How the hell am I gonna

tour if I'm pregnant?

Oh, God. You talk

about your bad timin'.

Please, Fred, don't eat that.

Hi, honey.

Charlie.

Look at me, honey.

You think I look just awful?

Hell, no. You look great, baby.

You always do.

Thanks.

I'm crazy 'bout you, baby.

I love you all the time.

Come here.

You sure you want to?

Look out. I'm comin' to get you.

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