Sweet Dreams Page #4

stand in front of a

preacher, say a few words...

suddenly everything's changed.

I just want it to work out,

Charlie. I want everything

to be right.

Well, come here.

Wait.

This is my wedding night.

I want the words.

Say the words.

I love you.

Say it again.

I love you, goddamn it!

That's so nice.

I want this to work out, too.

I'm sure as hell gonna try.

Yeah? Yeah.

Here. You look like you

need this more than me.

God bless you, mister.

Big night, huh?

Real big.

Tell me. How was the

honeymoon? Nice?

Hell, yeah. It was wonderful.

Two days at a cutrate

motel. It was great.

Real uptown stuff.

Pasty didn't like it?

Patsy didn't say a word.

She wouldn't. I didn't like it.

I didn't like it. Jesus,

you're in a mood.

I've got $12 to my name.

Twelve dollars until payday.

The money ain't so bad here.

Or so good.

What do you want?

Want to be like that old

fart, Lawrence?

Wear a suit, run the place?

Hell, no.

I'd just like somethin'

different maybe. Do something

a little better.

I'd like to get my

own place maybe.

I don't care,

I ain't gonna do it.

The idea of you asking me to

go on television and lie.

I am not asking you to lie.

All you've got to do is say,

"Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.

I brought my friend Patsy

Cline. I'm her talent scout."

That's not a lie.

You are my friend.

I ain't gonna do it,

so stop flapping your jaws at me.

That man from the show told

you that talent scouts

can't be a relative.

Is that why you give me

that housecoat of yours

with the puff sleeves?

I give you that housecoat

'cause you said you liked it.

Well, I won't lie on television.

Goddamn it! I'm not

asking you to lie.

Just don't spill your

guts is all I'm askin'.

Stop that dirty talk now.

Mama, think of what it could mean

to sing on national television.

All you gotta do is just say...

"Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.

I've brought my friend Patsy

Cline. I'm her talent scout."

Come on, Mama.

Do I have to get on my

knees and beg you? I will.

Please! Help me to be a

singer, have my house with

the yellow roses. Please!

That house with the yellow roses!

I'm sick of hearing about it.

What does Charlie

say about all this?

He thinks it's a terrific idea.

Well, I ain't gonna do it.

The idea of me on television.

Thirty seconds.

They're from

Winchester, Virginia.

Patsy, I can't do it.

You can, too. Don't be

an old chicken.

You look beautiful.

A little color in your cheeks.

Mrs. Hensley? You're on.

Follow me. Just say what

we practiced.

Say what we practiced and

smile. You look real pretty.

You're better looking

than her, Woodhouse.

Get her off of there.

Let's see Patsy.

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