All Saints

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(AIMEE CHUCKLES)

MARY O:
Ruth found this clipboard.

Shh. Come here.

Oh. Forrest.

Yeah, he's probably picking out

a rock to throw at me.

Yeah. You got to go gentle with Forrest.

He traded his farm for a

cutie-pie cottage a few months back.

Wife dropped dead the next day.

We're all he's got.

Well, let's go, padre.

This place won't inventory itself.

We got these candlesticks.

Offering plate.

That communion stuff's

got to be worth something.

MARY O:
Lordy, we need ourselves a good,

old-fashioned book burning.

Let it go, Mary Olivia.

Ruth's daddy made us burn

all our Beatles stuff one year.

- He thought Ringo was the devil.

- (CLEARS THROAT)

(GASPS)

- Would you look at that.

- (CHUCKLES)

RUTH:
Oh! When we had ball fields out back.

Is that you two playing tag?

(RUTH CHUCKLING)

Look at Miss Delfia's hair.

You could raise sparrows in there.

You have a church home growing up, padre?

Er, no, I barely had a home-home,

'cause I was a corporate brat.

- Is that...

- Yep. Forrest.

He wore that uniform, didn't he?

I thought he was a farmer.

After Vietnam.

His wife sure was a dear.

There's just too much dust in here.

What about the megachurch

down the road? Riverview.

I'm sure they'd welcome you.

I've been a few times.

Never saw the same person twice.

You'd get to know them eventually.

I don't know how.

The preacher sends me e-mails

that start, "Dear Member."

Can you imagine?

If you did that,

I'd have hit you with a hymnal.

No.

This is home, come what may.

ATTICUS:
You're cooking?

I cook.

You're cooking.

Listen, men, just because my

mama raised me from a microwave

doesn't mean I can't handle

peanut butter-toffee thingies here.

My first homemade treat.

AIMEE:
Oh. Oh, no.

Dry?

Mmm-mmm. It's not dry.

(CHUCKLES)

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