Sweet Dreams Page #5

right and I feel it...

I can tell from looking

at people's faces that

I've reached inside them.

You got any idea what

that feels like?

You want to be Kitty Wells?

Hell no! I want to

be Hank Williams.

All right. Sit down,

listen to me.

I got a story to tell you.

I heard you sing one night

in a dump in Virginia.

Twelve tables,

watereddown drinks...

dance floor the size

of that coffee table.

You were good.

The crowd liked ya.

Ate up that yodelin'

and growlin' stuff.

Then you let go on "Walkin'

the Floor Over You."

But you did it slow

like a ballad.

I'm tellin' you, the hair on

the back of my neck stood up.

There I was in this

dive in Virginia...

and I was listening to

something real special.

Yeah.

You get my drift?

I'll make it simple.

You got a voice that was

made to sing love songs.

If I work with you,

we take advantage of that fact.

I don't wanna talk about

it anymore. I got starving

kids waiting in the car.

It's too late. It's all set up.

I don't give a damn!

I don't want four big male

singers drowning me out.

They're booked and

will be there at 2:00.

If they're there,

I'm not showing up.

Musicians are booked.

Owen Bradley's gonna be

there. I'm gonna be there.

You can show up or not.

Just suit your damn self.

I will.

Grab hold of Randy, Madrine.

They got four singers backing

me up today. Big ones.

They're just gonna drown

me out. Hell's bells!

Let's have the next bit.

One, two.

Hello. Did you tell

'em what I said?

Mr. Bradley's the

producer, darling.

Hello, Patsy. Hi, Mr. Bradley.

What's the frown for?

You've been worryin' again.

Don't frown. You'll make

yourself old before your time.

I wanted to talk to

you... Listen to me.

Everything's all right.

The song's a good one.

The arrangement's a good one.

The backup singers are

good. Even the glazed

doughnuts are good.

Everything's good today,

so relax and be happy and sing!

Just make sure they hear me.

Sing!

Take seven coming up.

I can see you all recognize

that song. That's great.

We happen to have the little girl

backstage that made that famous.

We're proud of her at the Grand

Old Opry. Miss Patsy Cline!

I fall

To pieces

Each time I see you again

I fall

To pieces

How can I be just your friend

You want me to act

Like we've never kissed

You want me to forget

Pretend we've never met

And I've tried

And I've tried

But I haven't yet

You walk by

And I fall to pieces

I like everything you

sing. You just open your

mouth and I fall down.

But when you sing

those slow ones...

I just love it.

Randy told me it's number

nine on the pop charts.

I'm a crossover.

Money, money, money!

I wanna buy Mama a

pure silk dress.

Give Sylvia that graduation

party she never had.

I want to spend

some of that money.

I'll tell you what.

I'll help you do it.

I'm home. Had to crawl

part way, but I made it.

That's pretty.

Bake that all by your Ionesome?

I sure did.

How come you didn't bake

me a cake for my birthday?

Goddamn it! That's not funny.

Been working on that all day.

Didn't this pie turn out nice?

Did it with tapioca

just like Mama does.

I can't wait to see her and

John and Sylvie tomorrow.

Why don't you go easy on that

drinkin' tomorrow at the party?

Why don't you kiss my furry butt?

You think I wouldn't?

Come on, Charlie.

I'm cooking chicken.

Stop it. Everything's gonna burn.

Where are the kids

at? They're upstairs

in their bedroom.

Come on. Oh, Lord!

On the linoleum floor...

with my dress up around my ears?

Charlie!

Red hots. Get your red hots here.

Here's a taker for you.

Come on now. Like New York City.

Come on!

Hey, everybody. Listen a minute.

We have a high school

graduate in our family

for the very first time.

Charlie and I finally

got enough money...

Finally!

To give her a party

and buy her a present.

Here it is. Happy graduation.

It's a new toothbrush.

Don't Sylvia looks sweet today?

I love her new hairdo.

I'm gonna put him

down. He's so crabby.

Good night, honey.

Give Grandma a kiss.

Here, sweetheart. Put him down.

Give Mama a kiss.

Oh. It just kills me

I don't see him more.

I know it. I wrote that book.

How's things with

you and Charlie?

Up and down?

There's lots of up and down.

Oh, Patsy!

Geez, Mama.

You know Charlie. He drinks a

little, but I knew that when

I married him.

Other than that,

things are silky smooth.

When he drinks,

he's got a temper.

Does he hit you?

Just that one time.

They say if a man hits you once,

there's always another time.

Sis, you have some money?

We want some more beer.

I wanna go with you.

See you in a minute.

You don't remember

Barbara Simmons?

You had crush on her all

through the fifth grade.

You're a damn liar.

I don't know why, though,

with that frizzy brown hair.

What about you and

old Homer Atkinson?

I never liked Homer Atkinson!

You loved Homer

Atkinson. I did not!

You called him every

night and hang up...

when he answered.

Look out!

Somebody help me!

The babies.

Where are the babies?

Patsy, they're fine.

John's all right, too.

You had us scared a little bit.

Tell me. Are the babies alive?

Honey, little Randy and

Julie weren't with you.

John was with you, and he's okay.

The kids are sleeping.

Good night.

Relax. Just a moment.

Forceps, please.

Very good.

That's fine.

That's very good. Fine, fine.

Just as we expected.

It's healing nicely.

Is it that bad?

It's not that bad...

I wanna look.

When the stitches come out,

the scars will heal very quickly.

This is what I got to deal with?

You cut your suit

to fit your cloth.

Later you can have plastic

surgery if you want.

Hell yes, I want plastic

surgery. I want all I can get.

Maybe you can make me

look like Grace Kelly.

Cut it. Cut it, please.

Mr. Bradley...

I don't care how many times

you play that, I can't sing

this man's songs.

I don't know how

to sing like that.

Nobody wants you to.

You can take it away from him.

Yeah. The hell with the demo.

Steal the son of a b*tch.

I don't understand why

everything has to be so

hard. How am I to do this?

Just like you always

do. Your way.

Let the song tell the story.

Crazy

I'm crazy for feelin'

So lonely

I'm crazy

I think that's a good tempo.

Let's try it that way.

Somebody bring me a beer.

Will somebody bring the lady a

beer? Then we'll go for a take.

Wonderin'

What in the world did I do

Oh, crazy

For thinkin' that my love

Could hold you

I'm crazy for tryin'

And crazy for cryin'

And I'm crazy for lovin' you

Oh, God, honey,

I hope you like it!

It's so pretty.

There. There it is.

See that white one

with the columns?

Ain't it the truth?

I fell in love with it

the minute I saw it.

I'd like a pale,

pale blue carpet.

Maybe a couple divans,

make a conversation area.

Honey?

Look at this.

We got a dishwasher.

And an oven built

right into the wall.

I want to check a roast,

all I have to do is open

the door like this.

No more bending over.

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