Sweet Dreams Page #2

I was just enjoying your singin'.

Now that I get a good

look at Patsy Cline,

she don't look so hot.

I don't care if you have

sung on some halfassed

television program.

You don't sing that good.

You ever listen to a Kitty

Wells record real close?

You'd go home and slit

your goddamn throat.

I've grown so used

to that man somehow

And I'm nobody's sugar baby now

'Cause I'm lonesome

I got the lovesick blues

We're gonna take a

break. Thank you.

Seven and seven.

Last week at the high

school you said you

wanted to buy me a drink.

I want a seven and seven.

A seventyseven.

Well, you've got the

advantage on me.

You know my name,

but I don't know yours.

Charlie.

Charlie Dick.

Dick?

Charlie Dick?

That's right.

What do you want

out of me, Charlie?

You didn't follow me out

to Rainbow Road because

you're a fool for music.

Hell no. I want to get

to know you better.

Okay. What does that mean?

It means I want to get

to know you better.

I figure when you say you want

to get to know me better...

what you mean is you want

a tenminute screw in the

backseat of your car.

Son of a b*tch.

You must think that thing

you got between your legs

is lined with gold.

I can get tail anytime.

I don't have to crawl

after a mean woman who's

got a cob crossways.

If I just want to bump uglies

with somebody, I got plenty

of places to go.

"Bump uglies"? That's right.

My Lord, what a charming

expression.

I just grew up.

My daddy dumped us

when I was about 16.

I haven't seen him since.

But Mom and I did okay.

She couldn't work too much,

so I've worked pretty

steady since I was 15.

You made a livin' for

the whole family?

No. Mama sewed for people.

But basically I did.

I want to ask you something.

What?

You know all those things

you said you want?

Yeah.

Answer me quick.

Which you want most?

All of it. I want it all.

And I want to make it right.

I do.

Since I've been 11 or 12 years

old, I've had my life mapped out.

I haven't pushed hard these

last years, but I'm gonna

start next year.

I'm starting next year,

too, by God. That's the

time to start for me.

I'm serious. I'm gonna

be a singer.

I'm gonna make some

money, have some kids...

and then I'm gonna stop singing

and raise those kids right.

Have a big house with

yellow roses all around it.

You think that's silly? No.

I figure somebody

ought to be happy.

Hell. It might as

well be me. Right?

Right.

I've never met a woman like you.

I can talk to you.

You know what that

means to a man?

Do you?

I don't know.

Let's go dancin'.

Where? Right out here. Come on.

In the parking lot? Yep.

Are you kiddin'?

I don't do this. You don't?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes