Driving Miss Daisy Page #2

hog got away from me yet!

How are you, Idella?

Living.

- Where's the new vacuum cleaner?

- In the closet.

She won't touch it.

It gives me a shock

every time I'm near it.

It works for me.

Good! Then you clean and I'll

go down and run your office.

Where's Mama?

Up yonder.

I guess you know who this is.

I'll be right back.

I wouldn't be in your shoes...

...if the sweet Lord Jesus came

down and asked me Himself.

Good morning, Mama.

Just come down and say hello.

You listen here.

Unless they rewrote the Constitution

and didn't tell me, I still have rights!

Of course.

What I do not want, and absolutely

will not have, is...

...some chauffeur sitting in my kitchen,

gobbling my food, using my phone.

I hate that in my house.

You have Idella.

Idella's different!

She's been coming to me for years.

We stay out of each other's way.

Even so, there are chips

in my wedding china.

You think Idella has a vendetta

against your wedding china?

Don't be sassy.

When we couldn't afford them,

we did for ourselves.

That's still the best way.

"Them?" "Afford them?"

You sound like Governor Talmadge.

What a thing to say!

I'm not prejudiced!

Aren't you ashamed?!

You might as well make the best of it.

I knew a Miss Idella once.

Back down in Macon.

You don't say?

She sang!

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this

woman had some lungs!

She'd be a whole church

choir by herself!

I declare!

Fat, too!

She was as big as that stove!

Don't talk to Idella!

She has work to do.

What are you doing?

Dusting the bulbs, Miss Daisy.

That's the silliest thing I ever saw.

Who cares if lamp bulbs are dusty?

Get down from there!

Put that ladder away

before somebody trips.

I'm gone, Miss Daisy.

All right, Idella. See you tomorrow.

- I'm going too, Miss Daisy.

- Good.

Good morning, Miss Daisy.

Thought I'd see after your zinnias.

Leave me flower bed alone.

You got a nice piece of ground behind

the garage that ain't doing nothing.

I could put in tomatoes...

If I want a vegetable garden,

I'll plant it myself.

What are you doing?

I just love a house with

pictures, Miss Daisy.

It do make a home.

I don't want you nosing

through my things.

Good morning, Miss Daisy.

It was right cold in the night.

I wouldn't know. I was asleep.

Idella says we're

running short on coffee...

...and Dutch cleanser.

We are?

Yes, ma'am.

We're low on silver polish, too.

I know.

I'm fixing to go to the

Piggly Wiggly on the trolley.

On the trolley!

Why don't you let me carry you?

No, thank you.

Ain't that why Mr. Werthan hired me?

That's his problem.

All right. But I'm going to

find something to do here.

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