Something to Talk About

Something To Talk About

-Oh, my God!

-Don't do that!

-Make a noise.

-You'll give me a heart attack.

What's on the docket for today?

Daddy's coming to the barn

for a meeting with me and Hank...

...about the Grand Prix.

What for?

He likes to grind us every year

about this time. Makes him feel in control.

Where's the doodlebug?

Getting dressed.

Caroline, what are you doing?

-Can I ride?

-If we have time.

Where have you been all night?

Sleeping.

Mom, am I gonna ride?

If we have time.

Now, please, go finish getting ready.

-Go, go.

-Quick, quick.

Sh*t!

I'm sorry.

-I don't know what's wrong with me.

-You did it again.

We'll find you a new mother.

KING FARMS:

Harry, take the trailer to Mack's

to pick up Joe's Whimsy at 4:30.

Sheila will ride with you,

help you get squared away.

Tell Hank before you go, so he can be here.

No problem.

Hey, Raymond.

Good boy.

Good morning.

Caught you!

Were you trying to bribe Possum?

Hey, Gramps.

It'll make Miss Lily jealous,

and she'll dump you in the ring.

You gotta save the treats

for the horse you're gonna ride.

Please, let me.

I don't want to ride a pony.

I want to ride a horse.

-Hank says I'm big enough.

-Hold on.

First of all, you can win on Miss Lily.

You're gonna win on Miss Lily.

See? See how strong my legs are?

I must put you down.

Have mercy on an old man. Listen to me.

You must learn

to recognize your limitations.

Gramps, why? I'm ready.

I've been practicing. I know I can do it.

Have you discussed this with your mama?

You think I'd be here begging you

if she had told me yes?

Just put me on that horse,

and I'll win the Championship, I promise.

How come everyone thinks

they can tell me when I'm ready?

I'm supposed to tell you when I'm ready,

and I'm ready!

I'm running out of patience

with you people.

Don't get all worked up.

Help Dub. Earn your keep around here.

I gotta talk to your mama now.

-Hank, how's it going?

-Great.

-Grace needs to see you.

-Now?

No, I must see her for a minute.

After that, okay?

-Yes, sir.

-Good.

Hi, Daddy.

Have A Heart went on the market

last week.

Yeah.

You know the one in California,

Jamie Johnson's horse?

He won the Hampton Classic in September.

-I know the horse. How much?

-$150,000.

What's wrong with him?

Nothing. Jamie's selling

'cause of his divorce.

Anyway, I bought him.

You did what?

I got a feeling about him.

I think it's going to be his year.

He's got Grand Prix champion

written all over him.

And I'm going to ride him.

But, Daddy,

without even discussing it with us?

There's nothing to discuss.

-What about Ransom? Hank is--

-Mom!

-Dub said I could ride Possum.

-Not now. In a minute.

Ransom's not ready.

I don't have the same feeling

about Ransom.

You'll ride against Hank and Ransom?

We won't enter Ransom.

He can wait another year.

Daddy, Hank will quit.

Here's a good opportunity for you

to utilize your people skills so he doesn't.

-Hear me? You understand?

-You can't do this.

-It's not fair.

-It's done.

Now, roll with it.

Goddamn! Sh*t! Son of a b*tch!

You watch that mouth now.

-She can see you now.

-Okay.

Goddamn it, I quit. I don't need this sh*t.

-Hank, wait.

-I wish he'd die in a fiery car crash.

I know. Get in line. Listen.

No, you listen. I'm not sitting by

while he ruins my career.

This is Ransom's year. This is it!

-Give me time. I'll make him see reason.

-Like hell.

You can't do this to me!

Grace, is Daddy in there?

No.

Wait up.

I have a Charity League.

Did you know about this, Emma Rae?

What? The horse thing?

-Thanks for telling me.

-Check your machine.

Grace, wait!

God help me.

I can't believe it.

On to the business of our centennial

cookbook. We want it to be our best...

...so I'll ask our committee chairman

to bring us up to date.

Right.

Deadline for recipe submissions

is the second.

Think about substituting

vegetable shortening wherever it says lard.

I say this because Nell McGee's husband

is recovering from heart surgery.

Lucy's going to take over for me

until after the Grand Prix.

That's it.

-Names.

-Right.

The committee thinks that....

Well, we've looked at a lot

of other cookbooks.

We've always been listed

with our married names under the recipes.

Frankly, the practice of excluding

our first names looks outdated.

So, I think we should list our names:

first, middle and last.

That's all.

I always thought the way it was

looked quaint.

It doesn't look quaint, Edna.

It looks antiquated.

What about tradition?

If my name isn't there

as Mrs. Franklin J. Caldwell Ill...

...then how the hell is anybody gonna know

who I am?

Barbaranelle Caldwell, who's that?

It could be his daughter.

-You wish.

-Shut up.

Ladies, this isn't something

that's going to be decided today.

If there's no further business,

this meeting is adjourned. Thank you.

I'm proud to use my husband's name.

The fact I'm still married to him

is one of my greatest accomplishments.

Your mother called. She wants to change

the menu for the Grand Prix party.

Why? Everyone loves it.

She wants shrimp. She says

she's sick to death of ham and barbecue.

They've been doing it that way

for 35 years. Why does it bother her now?

Bring her over to my house

and let me give her some lunch.

Mom.

I'm taking her to Miller's to be fitted

for her riding habit. I promised.

Wonderful! Who you gonna ride?

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