Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken

The reason for calling

this conference

at this particular moment

is that we are convinced

that we have overcome

a major financial crisis,

a crisis in severity

unparalleled in

the history of the world,

and that with

its relaxation,

confidence and hope have

reappeared in the world.

# Happy days are here again

# The skies above are clear again

All anybody

talked about back then

was the Great Depression,

how bad things were,

and how the good times had

to be just around the corner.

I must have worn out every corner

in Waycross, Georgia,

looking for those good times

before realizing

my destiny lay somewhere else,

anywhere else.

# Happy days are here again

# Your cares and troubles are gone

# There will be no more

from now on

# Happy days are here again

# The skies above are clear again

# Let us sing a song

of cheer again...

Ready, Sonora? You don't

want to be late for school.

Be right there.

- Arnette, where's your sister?

- She's comin', Aunt Helen.

Sonora, you better

quit lollygaggin'.

Sonora, what are ya doin'?

What have you done?

My God, girl!

What am I gonna do with you?

- I'll teach you.

- No, Aunt Helen!

You're gonna wear it,

and that's final.

No more back talk,

or I'll smack your face.

Get out of here.

I don't even want to look at you.

Come here, Lightning.

What's wrong?

Whoa. Easy.

Hold still.

Let me get...

There.

There you go.

That's better, huh, boy?

Isn't that sweet?

Nice haircut, Sonora.

Who cut it? A blind man

with a butcher knife?

That's the ugliest haircut I've seen.

Ugly. She should look in the mirror.

Come on, Lightning.

Where you taking him?

To the glue factory?

He's the best horse

in the county.

- I bet.

- Oh, yeah.

He is. Lightning can outrun

or outjump any horse around.

Can he jump that fence over there?

- He can jump twice that high.

- Prove it.

I would, but I don't want

to be late for school.

You're just a 'fraidy cat.

You're just scared.

Go on. Do it.

I dare you.

I double dare you.

Okay, you just watch.

I think my big mouth

just got us into trouble.

Come on, Lightning.

Come on.

Come on.

- Will she make it?

- She's gonna do it.

Come on, Lightning.

Ooh!

Let's get out of here!

Wait. Get back.

Help!

The noun

of the sentence is "boy. "

The verb of the sentence is...

You're late, Sonora.

I'm very sorry, Miss Simpson.

You're getting detention for this.

It's not my fault.

The cows got out, and I...

I don't want to hear any excuses.

Take your seat.

Yes, ma'am.

Moo!

Class!

Class! Quiet! Quiet!

Clarabelle, oh, my...

Sonora,

leave this room immediately.

Young lady, remove yourself.

You must leave.

Sonora Webster is officially

suspended from school

for one week.

I'm informing your aunt.

No one talks to her.

She's not here!

Two red ones

and a green one.

No, ma'am,

please, right here.

Sonora, tell your aunt

that blue thread she wanted

will be here

in a couple of days.

Okay, I will.

- Here you go, Arnette.

- Thank you.

Oh, Sonora. I'm goin' over

to see Sarah. I'll see you at home.

"Young girl...

... diving horses...

...willing to travel. "

Thank you, ma'am.

- You ready?

- Let's get.

What's going on?

What are you doing with Lightning?

- I sold him.

- No, you can't!

Why? Why are you doing this?

I didn't do anything wrong.

- You let the cows out.

- That was an accident.

You got suspended from school.

Since your mama and daddy died,

you've been nothing but trouble.

Lightning, wait! Let me go!

Sonora?

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Sonora, I took you and Arnette in

because you're

my sister's children.

But ever since you came here,

you've been nothing but a burden.

There's a depression going on,

there's extra mouths to feed...

So I've decided I'm going to

turn you over to the state.

The state?

They'll feed you and take care of you

until you come of age.

You're just gonna

kick me and Arnette out?

No, Arnette's gonna stay here with me.

It's just gonna be you.

You're goin' tomorrow, you hear?

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, now,

and help me with supper.

Everything you got. Ohh!

Ah!

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight!

Come on. I thought this

was going to be a friendly game.

You're hiding an ace in your hat,

and we're gonna find it.

You better say your prayers.

Looks like I was wrong.

Let him go.

I apologize.

You crumpled my hat.

But that's okay.

I like it like this.

I'll see you, fellas.

Get your balloons.

Balloon on a stick right here.

A nickel apiece.

Any color of the rainbow.

Ow! Son of a monkey.

Dern fire.

- Dang!

- Here. Let me help.

Never had a girl

spit on me before.

This'll take the sting out.

Mud'll keep it from blistering.

I guess selling hot dogs

can be a dangerous job.

This? This isn't my job.

This is temporary

until I get my act going.

- What kind of act?

- I'm not sure exactly.

I'm still experimenting,

but it will be death-defying.

It will definitely defy death.

- There you go. Feel better?

- Uh-huh.

Sure is a funny way

of cooking hot dogs.

It's my own invention.

Do you want one?

- I don't have any money.

- Well, that's okay.

It's on the house,

for fixing my finger.

I'm Clifford Henderson.

Sonora. Sonora Webster.

It's good to meet ya.

Would you know where I can

find a Dr. W.F. Carver?

Right through there,

across the fairgrounds.

Thank you.

Thanks for the hot dog.

Take care of that finger.

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