101
Sure, and maybe
you can convince Alma...
102
to let you and Lureen
adopt the girls.
103
Then we could just
live together, herding1 sheep.
104
And it'll rain money
from L.D. Newsome...
105
and whiskey will
flow in the streams.
Jack2, that's real smart.
106
Go to hell, Ennis Del Mar3.
107
You wanna live
your miserable4 fucking life?
Then go right ahead.
108
Fine.
l was just thinking out loud.
109
Yup, you're a real
thinker there. God damn....
110
Jack fucking Twist.
111
Got it all figured out,
ain't he?
112
[people chattering]
113
(man)
All right, hon.
114
{DeviI's Right Hand
by Steve Earle playing]
115
Just finished my shift.
Wanna dance?
116
l was on my way to the--
l'm Cassie.
Cassie Cartwright.
117
Ennis. Del Mar.
118
No more dancing for me,
l hope.
119
You're safe.
Yeah?
120
My feet hurt.
Hard work, is it?
121
Yeah, drunks like you
demanding beer after beer...
122
smoking. Gets tiresome5.
123
{It's So Easy
by Linda Ronstadt playing]
124
What do you do,
Ennis Del Mar?
125
Well, earlier today,
l was castrating calves6.
126
What are you doing?
127
Trying to get
a foot rub, dummy7.
128
All right.
129
That good?
130
[bluegrass music playing]
131
And then l pledged
Tri Delt at SMU.
132
And l sure never thought...
133
l'd end up in a poky
little place like Childress.
134
Then l met old Randall here
at an Aggie8 game...
135
and he was an animal
husbandry major.
136
So we've been here for a month
and he got the foreman job...
137
over at Roy Taylor's ranch9.
Like it or not, here l am!
138
Was you Tri Delt?
l was Kappa Phi myself.
139
Well, even though we ain't
quite sorority sisters...
140
we just may have to dance
with ourselves, Lureen.
141
Our husbands ain't the least
bit interested in dancing.
142
They ain't got a smidgen
of rhythm between them.
143
lt's funny, isn't it?
144
Husbands don't never
seem to wanna dance
with their wives.
145
Why do you think
that is, Jack?
146
l don't know,
l never give it any thought.
147
Wanna dance?
148
Yes, thank you.
(Jack)
Do you mind?
149
No, it's all right. Go ahead.
All right.
150
(LaShawn)
Pardon us.