Long, Hot Summer, The Page #3

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Same amount of wind.

Where did you find him?

Out on the road.|I gave him a lift this mornin'.

Why did you have to go|and be so unfriendly?

Agnes, the last, desperate|resort is strangers.

- We haven't come to that yet.|- Oh, haven't we just.

Clara, you want to hear|a cold, clinical fact?

Every single girl we went|to normal school with...

is married and pregnant|or about to be...

while I'm residing|with my mother and brother...

and you're still occupyin' the bedroom|you had when you was 13.

I don't know|about you, Clara.

I know what's|making me nervous.

Well, don't throw in|the towel yet, Agnes dear.

Those tranquilizers|may see us through yet.

- You Varner?|- Yeah, I'm one Varner.

Hey, turn that thing off, Eula!

What can I do for you?

My name's Quick.|I heard you had a farm to rent.

Hey, Eula. Do you hear me? I'm gonna|come up there and kick that thing in!

I'll tell you.

- How much family you got, boy?|- You're looking at it.

Well, a man usually puts six,|seven hands in the field.

Well, one's all|you'll get from me.

to talk business in.

For heaven's sakes!|It's our passenger!

- How do you do, ma'am?|- Hello yourself.

- Here now. You two know each other?|- Uh-huh.

How come?

The how come is Clara and I obliged him|with a ride when his car broke down.

Well, we're talkin' business.|Come on now. Come on now!

How much rent|you able to pay, boy?

- How much rent you aimin' to rent for?|- Oh, half your crop.

You furnish out|of my store.

No cash?

Mm-hmm.

That's food and tobacco at your prices.|That makes a dollar worth|about six bits.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

"Jody.!"

Mister, you sure do leave|your calling card.

Summertime,|when the livin' is easy.

No, thank you.

When are you gonna|start workin'?

Lady, I never move|and work in the same day.

Mr. Quick, my daddy's|coming home tomorrow.

He sets quite a store by this rug.|You tracked it, you clean it.

That's a lot of fuss to be makin'|about a rug, lady.

If it's the rug|that's botherin' ya.

What else would it be?

You correct me if I'm wrong,|but I have the feeling I rile you.

I mean, me being so mean|and dirty and all.

You're being personal with me.|I'll be personal with you.

I've spent my whole life around men|who push and shove and shout...

and think they can make anything|happen just by bein' aggressive.

I'm not anxious to have|another one around the place.

Miss Clara, you slam a door in a man's|face 'fore he even knocks on it.

Would you have the rug|at the house by 6:00, please?

Thank you.

Don't swallow|the seeds.

Ernest! Sam! Orville! Marty!|You behavin' yourself?

"I'm back.!"

- Varner's home.|- He don't look very peaked.

Anybody know what they cut|out of him in that hospital?

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