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...I think this butt of mine just quit.

- That the way you want it?

That's fine with me.

Get your ass off my rig.

I'll just get the next coach out.

Thank you.

Look, how many times

do I gotta tell you? You are my gal.

I mean, I'm as happy as a rabbit

in a carrot patch with you.

But you never say the words.

What words?

The L word.

The L word? What, lesbian?

You're no lesbian.

What future are we gonna have

if you're always joking?

Come on, Fran, I'm crazy about you.

Okay?

We're gonna go back to Houston.

We're gonna have a big church

wedding. All the trimmings. All of it.

What kind of church?

I grew up Episcopalian.

I grew up Presbyterian...

...and then

I turned into Episcopalian.

Well, I'm a Baptist.

Episcopalian, Baptist,

what the hell does it matter?

You're gonna be one of us, a Bush.

How does that sound, sweetheart?

You mean it? You swear it?

Look, then we're gonna move

to New York. You ever been there?

Bright lights, big city.

It's even bigger than Dallas.

I'm gonna work on Wall Street.

I got an uncle who's gonna set me up.

Told me, "Just say the word."

You gotta picture

a boatload of money.

We're gonna be on a big boat

with lots of money.

- New York?

- Yup.

I never dreamt of that.

Start dreaming now.

- George.

- Yeah?

Are you proposing to me?

If I had a rock big enough,

I'd give it to you right now.

Freddie Mac, here we go,

two more shots.

Oh, I love this song. Come on, honey.

- Come on. Get on up here, girl.

- What are you doing? You're crazy.

Come on, baby.

Yeah.

Come on, my boy.

Damn right, brother.

- See you later, George. Tell Barbara hi.

- Junior.

- Thanks for coming.

- W.

Hey, guys.

Tell him... Tell him that I won't be able

to do that till 3.

No, that's the soonest I can do it.

And hold my phone calls.

Let's see now. Sit down.

If I remember correctly, you didn't like

the sporting-goods job...

...or the oil-rig job.

Working in the investment firm

wasn't for you either.

That ranch-hand thing, Arizona.

That sure didn't last long.

Didn't exactly finish up...

...with flying colors

in the Air National Guard, Junior.

We're still not out of that one.

Now this gal, Suzie. Shooting off

her mouth about you knocking her up.

- Wait. How did you know about that?

- Word gets around, boy.

That's a danged lie, Poppy.

I used a condom. I'm not dumb.

What are you cut out for?

Partying, chasing tail, driving drunk?

What do you think you are?

A Kennedy?

You're a Bush. Act like one.

You can't even hold a job.

We always worked for our living.

It's time you joined the rest of us...

...and decided what it is

you're gonna do with your life.

I know, Poppy.

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