The Wistful Widow of Wagon Gap Page #3

eat your soup.

Go on, eat your soup! Yes, sir.

I told you not to let

that happen again.

Excuse yourself!

I didn't do nothing.

It's the soup. Don't blame it on the soup.

I don't have to brag about my soup,

Mr. Wooley. It speaks for itself.

You can say that again.

Oh, eat your soup.

It's that good, huh? Mm-mmm, delicious.

That's okay with me.

Listen,

don't hurt the widow's

feelings. I won't say nothing.

Look, eat the soup

whether you like it or not.

So I'll make a face. What do

I care? Just eat your soup.

Stop talkin' and let

me eat my soup. Eat it.

Ahem, ahem. You got a frog in your throat?

Of course not.

I'm sorry. It's the way

he eats at home.

What's the matter?

Yeah, the soup.

You can't dive into it.

Just eat it.

What's the matter

with you?

Is something wrong?

What is it?

You've got a tongue,

haven't you?

What? Eh?

You're trying

to say something.

Well, bring it out!

It's a fine

conversation.

Very interesting.

Eat your soup.

Duke, will you eat my soup

and let me eat your soup?

Will that make you happy? Very happy.

My goodness, take it.

Thank you ever so much.

I'll take

care of it.

Thank you very much.

It's all right.

How is it? You heard what the widow said.

Her soup speaks for itself. Not

only that. It will talk back to you.

You don't know what you're

talking about. I don't.

Are you expecting company? No, but you are.

You eat too dainty!

Quiet.

Go on, eat.

Delicious.

Dig right in!

It ain't nice

to do those things.

Will you please

make up your mind?

Eat your soup.

Eat yours.

What a night.

I love the stars

I love the moon

I'd love December

If it came in June

I...

Yi-yi-yi.

Lovely.

Did you like it? Uh-huh.

Sit down, Mr. Wooley.

Thank you.

Ah, loose your tie.

Go ahead! I don't know you that well.

Land sakes, man. I want you

to make yourself to home.

Mr. Wooley, I ain't a person

to beat around the bush.

I'm a woman. You're a man. That's the

nicest thing anybody ever said to me.

Well, Mr. Wooley,

Chester,

a woman means a lot to a man, and

a man can mean a lot to a woman.

Me and Hawkins didn't get

along. He never come home.

I've been a lonesome woman

these past few years.

I know

just how you feel.

I've been awful lonesome myself. Have you?

Haven't you ever

wanted somebody...

waitin' for you when

you come home at night?

Somebody... Somebody to kiss

you when you open the front door?

Someone whose hair you

caress with a loving touch?

Someone whose presence

would cheer and warm you?

Haven't you ever wanted to

embark on the sea of matrimony?

Your boat of bridal wreath

and orange blossoms...

crosses the shoals of acquaintance

into the sea of affection.

The tempest of love causes

the waves of emotion...

to toss you helter-skelter,

hither and thither,

here and yon,

round and round.

Stop, stop.

Stop the boat.

I'm gettin' seasick.

Ah, Mr. Wooley,

I'm not a forward woman.

All my life

I've been shy and bashful,

just a rosebud

afraid to bloom.

But now I'm takin'

the bull by the horns!

Sit down!

I've been tryin' to convey to you in an

indirect way that I'd consider matrimony.

That is, after

you've been here a bit.

You mean,

me and you

get married?

Will ya?

Shh.

We shouldn't let the

children hear this. Uh-uh.

No!

Duke? Duke!

The widow wants to marry

me. Well, congratulations.

My little pal embarking on the

sea of matrimony. Stop, stop.

I just made that trip, and

I am not going to get married.

I wouldn't be so hasty. There's

ways of making you change your mind.

And you too!

Now get to bed.

There's work to be done

in the morning.

Watch 'em, Wolf!

I don't like the looks of

this. Should we make a getaway?

Get down.

Wait a minute.

That dog knows what

we're talking about.

How does the dog know

you said "getaway"?

Duke, don't say

those words.

Nice doggy, nice doggy.

Lie down. Lie down.

Uh-oh!

Hey, Duke,

I think I got him fooled.

When he ain't looking,

we'll make a g-e-t-a-w-a-y.

How do you like that?

He can spell too.

Chester, we've got to find some

way of getting rid of that dog.

Duke, fire stick.

Right.

Nice doggy. Nice doggy. Hold it.

Nice doggy.

Sit still.

You go out and open up the door. Hold him.

Nice doggy.

Don't bite.

Look, doggy.

Show him the stick!

Doggy, c'mon.

Take it easy now.

Nice doggy.

We were just

on our way to bed.

Nighty-nighty-nighty.

Hey! Hey!

That ain't fair. It's cold down

here, and you've got your coat on.

Why haven't you,

Mr. Wooley?

It's time

you were dressed.

There's water to be drawn,

the cow to be milked,

the chicken coop fixed,

the fence whitewashed.

I'll get the children up

to help me. Don't you dare!

After all, you're not

their father, Mr. Wooley.

Or... has

your heart softened?

No, ma'am.

Then get to work.

The lower forty needs plowin',

the harness needs sewin'.

If I do all that today, I'll

have nothing left for tomorrow.

Don't worry,

I'll think of somethin',

unless you've reconsidered

my offer of marriage.

Mrs. Hawkins, marriage is

nothing but a three-ring circus.

First the engagement ring,

then the wedding ring...

and then "suffer-ing. "

Duke? Duke!

I'm not gonna take the

bed. What do you want?

The widow's awful mad.

She's gonna work my head off.

Will you help me? All right, I'll help you.

I'll stay here

and watch the kids.

Ohh!

Here's the water.

Now look

what you've done!

No water, no breakfast.

Now get goin'!

Here's the water.

Pour it in the kettle. Yes, ma'am.

Oh, boy, am I full. Oughta

be after all those pancakes.

How 'bout those six

eggs he ate?

Aw, shut up.

Mrs. Hawkins? Dinner will be at noon.

I haven't had my breakfast. Them

that ain't here on time don't eat.

If I don't eat, I can't

work. It's your own fault.

Mr. Wooley,

I'm a tenderhearted woman.

I'm filled with the milk

of human kindness.

I'm overflowing with

the love of mankind.

Mine is a tender heart, ever

ready to take into its fold...

the tired, the sick,

the weary.

Do you get

what I'm driving at?

Yes, ma'am, but you're trying

to hitch up to the wrong horse.

Why don't you make Duke do

some work? I hate to admit this,

but I had to tell Mrs.

Hawkins about my heart trouble.

Heart trouble? Don't shout like that.

You, you... No, no. Work makes me sick.

I guess I'll just

have to lie around.

That won't be hard. You're the

best liar around these parts.

Don't talk to Mr. Eagan

like that. Get to work.

Betsy needs shoein' so

I can drive her to town.

The children will meet you

in the barn and point her out.

Now git!

Mrs. Hawkins...

Git!

Heart trouble.

Wish I'd have thought

of it.

Which one is Betsy? That

one? Ah, that's Betsy.

Your mother said

I got to shoe her.

Land sakes,

what's the commotion?

Mr. Wooley's shoeing Betsy,

so he thinks.

Mr. Wooley,

what on earth?

I had to

lend her mine.

Ma!

Ma! Ma!

Ma!

Ma.!

Ma!

What are you making all this

noise for? I can't sleep.

Give me that brush.

Ma!

Mrs. Hawkins, I'm not going to do it

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