Sweet Dreams

It's a red light!

Hang on to your seat!

Charlie! I can't believe

you did that.

You scared me half to death!

I can't open my door.

How am I supposed to get out?

You said you wanted

to go to this dance.

I do want to go to the dance.

I just didn't think...

Hi, Charlie. Nice parking job.

This is gonna cost me $2.00.

Hi. Hello.

You're looking pretty. Thank you.

You look nice yourself.

Look who's here!

Your favorite from the Rainbow

Road, Miss Patsy Cline.

Howdy. You all havin'

a good time? Yeah!

This is a Bob Wills' tune

that I picked special

just to sing to you.

Deep within my

heart lies a melody

A song of old San Antone

Where in dreams I

live with a memory

Beneath the stars all alone

Well, it was there I found

Beside the Alamo

Enchantment strange

as the blue up above

On that moonlit pass

that only he would know

Still hears my

broken song of love

That's Cline?

Patsy Cline. Right.

Why don't I know her?

Damned if I know.

She sings at the Rainbow Road?

On weekends, yeah.

Lips so sweet and tender

like petals fallin' apart

Thanks for bringing me,

Charlie. Speak once again

Of my love, my own

Broken song Empty words I know

Shall live in my heart all alone

For that moonlit pass

She went to school

with my brother.

They used to say,

" Don't dare Patsy if

you don't want it done."

And Rose, my Rose of San Antone

She's got real nice tits.

And she's married,

Bozo. You lose.

Thank you.

Stop it! You're such a geek!

Hi. Hi.

I want you to get your coat.

I wanna drive you someplace

for a drink. I want us to

dance a while.

Then I want us to get to know

each other a lot better.

You want a lot, don't you?

Yeah, I do, baby.

Well, people in hell want

ice water. That don't

mean they get it.

Patsy, you never did.

I did so. I looked him right

in the eye and said...

"People in hell want ice water.

That don't mean they get it."

Who was he? Some clown

with hot britches.

Lord, I do get tired of men

sometimes, always pawin'

and snortin' around.

They after you all the

time when you were my age?

I don't know.

Were they, Mama?

Tell me. Stop it.

Quit, Patsy.

Back when I was in high school

and had a better shape...

there was this boy

named Teddy Welloff.

Had gray eyes with

coal black eyelashes.

This is way before

I met your daddy.

May he rot in hell. Don't speak

like that about Daddy.

Anyway, at lunch we'd all

go in the cloakroom to

get our dinner buckets.

Every day this Teddy

Welloff used to brush his

front up against me...

when I was bent over.

That's the truth.

Wait, there's more.

One day, I took my

ink pen with me.

That thing had a real

sharp point on it.

I never looked at him

the rest of the day...

but there was egg salad sandwich

all over that cloakroom.

That boy walked funny for a week.

I'm gonna pee my pants.

You gonna come in for a while?

Is Gerald still up?

It looks like it.

No, honey, I better go

on home. You chicken!

I'll be over for Sunday dinner.

Bye.

Nightynight.

Good night, baby.

I'm home.

How'd it go?

Well, I only made $25.

I did real good I

think. That's nice.

I sang "San Antonio Rose."

I've been gone all evening.

Don't you want to talk to me?

Say "Kiss my ass" or something?

Sorry, honey.

How'd it go tonight?

You already asked me that.

Ask me something else?

Come on, let's have

a conversation.

Notice anything different?

I finished the riggin'.

Patsy, why are you always

pushing at me so hard?

I don't know.

Just hoping for a fight,

or a laugh or something.

I don't want to fight

with you. I'm not mad.

I can't stand it. Makes me want

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