("lt Goes Like lt Goes" by Jennifer Warnes)
That's all you're eatin' for lunch - an apple?
I'm dietin'.
I gotta keep my strength up. I put these preserves up myself.
Sunday, Roscoe and l put up over 60 quarts of peaches.
What'd you do over the weekend, Norma?
I soaked my feet.
I saw you in town Sunday.
Your friend drives a mighty big car.
Well, if you'd looked on the motel register, you'd have seen my name there too.
It's none of my business.
Mama, you haven't opened up your sack yet.
Mama, aren't you hungry?
Mama?
Mama, you feelin' all right?
Mama?
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama?
Mama, come on, come on now, Mama, come on.
She didn't hear one word l said. She doesn't hear you right now!
Now, you know that happens, Norma Rae.
- It happens all the time. - Well, it doesn't happen to my mama!
- It'll pass off. It's just temporary. - Well, that makes it okay. She's only deaf for one hour.
She's only deaf for two hours. She's only deaf all day!
- She can get herself another job. - What other job in this town?
This is the only job!
I'll give her a note. They send her home.
Come on, Mama. They don't care anything about you.
- You all right out there? - I'm fine.
You're gonna get all bitten up.
I'll be in in just a minute.
Well...
I'm gonna let this pot soak.
There's one soakin' from breakfast.
Now it's got company.
Hi, kids. Ten more minutes of this junk and then l want you to do your homework.
I did it.
- You did it? - Yeah.
Unsatisfactory in your letterin', unsatisfactory in your readin', and your numbers aren't too good.
- You haven't been doin' too much homework. - Shh! l don't wanna hear.
I'll "shush" you.
- What are you gettin' fixed up for? - I'm goin' into town.
What do you need in town?
Things.
- OK. I drive you in. - You got Bonanza on next.
Oh, no, l'm gonna miss that. It's the same thing every week anyhow.
I'm goin' to JC Penney's, buy myself some panties
and a white cotton brassiere, size 32B.
You wanna come along and sit on a little stool outside the dressin' room and have all the ladies look at you, then come on.
No, ma'am, l don't care to do that. You comin' straight back?
No. After that l'm goin' to the drugstore,
buy myself some Kotex pads and a Cosmopolitan magazine.
Mm-hm. Then you comin' home?
Yeah. After that, l'll be so tired out from all the excitement, l'll be comin' home.
- Mm-hm. - (knocking)
Hi.
Mr Wichard?
That's right. Vernon Wichard. Who are you?
- My name is Reuben Warshawsky. - Warshawsky? What kinda name is that?
The kind you have to spell for telephone operators and head waiters.
- What do you want? - I'd like to get me a room with a mill family.
What for? We got a hotel with 12 rooms. We got a motel with 36 rooms.
I wanna get to know some mill hands close up.
Uh-huh. Why is that?
I'll tell ya, Mr Wichard. I just got into town about, uh, an hour ago. Hi. How are you?
I parked my rented car, I got out, and before l had a chance to adjust my crotch,
the chief of police was on me saying "Who are you? I don't know you. What the hell you doin' here?"
So l told him l was a labor organizer, come to put a union in the OP Henley textile mill,
and he said, "The hell you are, boy." And gave me a ticket and told me to get my ass elsewhere.
He was dead right, too.
Far as l'm concerned, all of you people are communists or agitators,
or crooks, or Jews, or all four rolled together.
Every time you people come into a town, the folks get throwed outta their jobs.
Excuse me. Do you mind if l ask you a question? How much do you make an hour?
I make a dollar and 33 cents a frame.
- And when did you have your last cost-of-living raise? - I haven't had that.
With all due respect, Mr Wichard, with today's inflation, that makes you a bit of a schlemiel.
You callin' me some kind of a name?
You're underpaid. You're overworked.
They're shaftin' you right up to your tonsils. You need me, sir.
I think maybe, if you run real fast, you gonna get back to your car before my dog bites you.
Whattaya tellin' him that for? We ain't even got a dog.
You don't need one.
Hey, how ya doin'? Do you have any vacancies?
- Yes. - Thank you.
Hi.
Hey.
Very friendly little town you got here.
So far l've been told to shove off, get off, and go away.
Oh, it's OK.
Make sure they spray your room for roaches.
You got roaches down here? l'm very familiar with roaches.
Do you have a room with a view?
You got the back alley or the parking lot. Which?
Back alley or parking lot?
Give him 31, Alston. Can't hear the drunks from in there.
I'll be back this way next Wednesday...after dinner.
I'm havin' dinner with my wife's folks.
Tonight was the last time, George.
You don't say, Norma Rae. Well, now, isn't that a surprising turn?
No.
Been comin' on for some time.
You know somethin' funny? l didn't notice it. I mean, didn't you get your steak dinner?
Didn't you get your box of pralines?
Didn't you come three times in a row in that bed over there?
- I wasn't countin'. - (laughs)
Well, well. How about that?
Looks like l don't know what it takes to satisfy you these days, doesn't it?
Just doesn't sit well with me anymore, George.
I mean, you've got your wife, got your two kids in high school.
There's a lot of gossip. I got my two kids...
I don't know...
Just doesn't make me feel good.
You're here to make me feel good.
I'm not trottin' down here anymore.
Why, you hick!
You got dirt under your fingernails.
You pick your teeth with a matchbook - I seen ya!
Shit, what the hell are you good for, anyway?
You come outta that factory, you wash under your armpits,
you come on down here and spread your legs for a poke and then you go on home.
And you're dumpin' me?
- I heard a hell of a thump. - Yeah?
- That was me gettin' throwed across the room. - Come here. I have some ice for that. Come on.
Sit down, please.
You look all shook up.
Here, put this on.
Thought everybody down south was Ashley Wilkes.
You lie down with dogs, you get fleas.
Well, hey, what? Does this look broken to you?
Go like this.
No, l don't think so. You want aspirin?
No, thanks.
- Band-Aid? - No.
- Valium? - You're a whole drugstore.
I'm a mild hypochondriac. Keep that on it.
(Norma sighs)
Me and men.
I oughta learn to say no right from the start.
But if it wasn't men, l don't know what it would be.
- You got a lot of books. - Oh, yeah.
Terrified l'm gonna wake up in a motel room one morning and have nothin' to read but the phone book.
She got big eyes.
Yeah. Got a big brain, too.
What's her name?
Dorothy Finkelstein.
She's a hotshot labor lawyer out of Harvard.
Well, she must be your girlfriend if you haul her picture around with you wherever you go.
I don't know. We sleep together on Sunday mornings, then we read the New York Times...
and l guess that makes her my girlfriend.
Hey. (whistles)
- I'm Norma Rae Wilson. - Reuben Warshawsky.
- Nice meetin' you. - My pleasure. Keep that on your nose.
Hey, l'm real sorry about my daddy. He got a short fuse.
Yeah. Well, my credentials keep me out of a lot of places.
But l'll tell ya, every once in a while someone opens up their door to me,
puts me in their best bedroom and treats me just like l was a cousin. It's nice.
(Norma laughs)
- What? - That sure as heck wouldn't be my daddy.
You a Jew?
- Beg your pardon? - Are you a Jew?
Born and bred.
- I never met a Jew before. - How ya doin'?
I heard you all had horns.
Circumcised, yes. Horns, no.
Well...
As far as l can see, you don't look any different from the rest of us.
- Well, we are. - You are?
Well, what makes you different?
History.
Oh.
Got it now?
- Yeah, it looks better. - I think it stopped.
- Thanks a lot for the ice. - Any time.
Christ, l hope not.
Good morning. Read this when you have a chance.
I'm from the Textile Workers Union of America.
Good morning. Thank you.
Here you go. Read this when you have a chance on your break. Thank you.
Good morning. I'm from the Textile Workers Union of America.
You wanna read this when you have a chance, please? Thank you. Here you go.
You wanna read this when you have a chance, please? Good morning. Good morning.
Read this when you get home and have a chance. I'm from the Textile Workers Union of America.
Thank you. Good morning. You wanna read this when you have a chance, when you get home?
Good morning. Read this on your break, please.
Good morning. Thank you. You wanna read this when you have a chance, please?
Good morning. I'm from the Textile Workers Union of America.
You wanna read this when you have a chance on your break?
Wanna read this on your break? OK.
Morning. I'm from the Textile Workers Union of America.
You wanna read this when you get home, please?
Good morning. I'm with the Textile Workers Union of America. Thank you.
Read this on your break... when you have a chance. Thank you.
Good morning! I'm with the Textile Workers Union -- How's your nose? -- of America.
Read that on your break, please. Good morning to ya. I'm with the Textile Workers Union of America.
Hey! (whistles)
There's too many big words. If l don't understand it, they ain't gonna understand it.
- That fella a friend of yours, Norma? - Looks like he's gettin' to be.
- You better hotfoot it or you'll be late. - I don't care if l don't get there till tomorrow.
Thank you very much. If you have any questions l'm at the Golden Cherry Motel, room 31.
Read this on your break. OK, don't be late for work, now, folks.
Good mornin' to ya. Thank you. Good morning.
All right, the lady wants to go to work.
I'll catch you later.
Well...
One of you guys shows up about every four years.
- About the same time we get the locusts. - Oh.
- What's your name? - My name?
- Yeah. - My name's Jimmy Jerome Davis.
Well, Jimmy Jerome, we already got six of you boss men in civil contempt.
Would you care to make it seven?
Why, hell, we plaster the toilets with them things.
Wanna read this on your break?
Asshole.
I already told him l wouldn't go out to dinner with him. What's he want now?
Maybe he wants to make it breakfast, Norma Rae.
Whatever it is, l didn't do it.
Norma, you got the biggest mouth in this mill.
"Give us a longer break. Give us more smokin' time."
"Give us a Kotex pad machine."
- Do it and l'll shut up! - Well, we'll do better than that.
We figure the only way to close that mouth is to hand you a promotion.
You're goin' up in the world, honey.
Yeah? How far and for how much?
Well, we're gonna put you on spot-checkin'.
Well, hell, it sure ain't gonna make me any friends.
It'll make you another dollar and a half an hour.
- How am l doin', little girl? - You're doin' good, Daddy.
I think you better try to speed it up some if you can.
I'm goin' as fast as l can.
Yeah. Well, they're watchin' me.
They're watchin' you.
Well, what, I guess you're sore at me?
I don't think you should push your own daddy.
- It's more money, daddy. I need it for my kids. - Well, l don't need it for my kid.
Millie, Craig, what are you doin' in Grandma's marigolds? Ya know she's gonna kill you. Come on.
-Craig, get up from th... Look at you. - I don't wanna.
Well, you do it anyway! Look at your behind! lt's filthy dirty. It's all full of dirt.
I asked you to watch him! Criminy, l cleaned you up once.
Get it! Get it, Steve! Come on, Steve! Come on, Steve! Come on!
Oh, wow! He's got an arm on him!
Whoo!
- Hey, do you want somethin'? - Yeah, this is awful.
Get me a hot dog, lots of relish.
Whoo! All right!
- Hi. Can l have a hot dog, please? - OK.
Thank you.
- Hi, Weona. - Hi, Norma.
- Can l have two dogs? - OK. Just a minute.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How you doin'? - Are you enjoyin' the game?
Oh, yeah. I love the shortstop. Guy really goes right into the hole.
I know. That's JC McAllister. Scouts are down here lookin' at him.
What's the matter? You don't like it?
This is not Nathan's. I don't even think this is a hot dog. What do they put in these things?
Lotta red dye and other things you don't wanna know about.
Excuse me a minute.
Hello, Norma.
- Hey, Ellis. - You're lookin' fine.
I'm always fine. I'm a horse.
- Changed your hair. - It grew.
How's Craig?
He lost a tooth.
You know, it wouldn't hurt if you came by to see him every now and then.
I don't believe l can do that, Norma.
Well... suit yourself.
You always have.
- Gimme a Coke, will ya, please. You want a Coke? - Yeah.
Two, please.
Thank you. Here, this is for hers. For mine. Keep the change.
Thank you.
Here you go.
I climbed into the back seat of his Cadillac one rainy night six years ago, stuck my feet out the back window,
and got myself my little Craig off that southern gentleman.
He ain't done nothin' worthwhile since.
Did you get married?
He didn't bother. I didn't bother.
My first affair, as l recollect it, was with my Hungarian piano teacher.
I was playing Smetana, she put her head in my lap.
I tell ya, l played the hell outta that.
Next thing l knew, we were in her bedroom, underneath a Russian icon,
and her husband came home and found us. And the poor guy burst into tears.
I felt so bad. I went up to him, put my arms around him, and said, "Hey, man, l'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
Then we all went into the kitchen and had a glass of tea.
I guess it seems like every time you run into me, l'm hasslin' with some other guy.
- That's what it seems like. - What do you think of me, l wonder?
I think you're too smart for what's happenin' to you.
Come on, lady, l'm over here now.
I got the jump on you.
Come on, lady. Come on, come on, come on! Come on!
Clock me down! Clock me down!
I'm over here now, lady. Come on! l'm over here!
Hey, lady! Come on, what you waitin' for, girl? l'm over here now! Come on!
Come on, lady!
Come on! l'm over here!
Come on! Lady! Come on!
You damn fool! You're gonna be gettin' us both to lose our jobs!
(doorbell)
I'll get it.
Hey.
(doorbell)
I won't trouble you. I just came to apologize.
I know l could've lost you your job today.
Well, you sure went crazy on me.
I know.
I got handed divorce papers this mornin'. I guess... I went off my head.
Well...
Things can get to you.
Would you come and have a drink with me?
Uh, just to make up for the ruckus and all the bother l put you to.
I'm Sonny Webster.
You used to come in my mama's bakery.
- Sonny Webster? - Yeah.
Sonny Webster! l remember you!
You used to stand behind the cash register and give everybody the wrong change!
- Well, l never was too good at math. - You're tellin' me. Sonny Webster! Golly!
How about that drink?
OK. Just wait one minute, will you?
Who was that? l heard a man's voice.
Yep, you did. I'm goin' out with him.
- Where'd you meet him? - Just now on the front porch.
Some Tom, Dick or Harry comes to the front door and you've got your hat on? No, sir.
Daddy, l'm over 21. Way over.
Let me say some names to you, Norma. Buddy Wilson, Ellis Harper, George Benson.
A US sailor, Trailways bus driver.
None of which is lookin' after you as far as l can see. I got that spot. It's my roof. My food.
There's something wrong with this. There's something wrong with the way you try to keep men off me.
There is nothin' wrong with a daddy's love for his little girl. You oughta be grateful for your daddy's love.
You're lovin' me to death.
("lt's All Wrong, But lt's AlI Right" by Dolly Parton)
God darn, that lady can sing!
- And her words are so true. - I like Elvis myself.
Oh, l wish l could just make a whole lotta money by openin' up my mouth and wailin'.
- That don't necessarily make 'em happy. - What does? What does, what does, what does?
Oh, I think a man and a woman's about your best chance.
Mm?
You are a fine one to talk. Didn't you tell me you got a gun, you went skinnin' along on your belly underneath the bushes,
took a beat on your wife, and you was aimin' to blow your wife's head off?
I was gonna burn 'em both down.
Her and her boyfriend.
But l couldn't.
She was a real good person when we went to school together an' all.
Real nice person, but then, uh...
The change that come over her...
still really amazes me.
Listen.
I'm a lot different from what l was.
I mean, you go through things...
Hey!
Hey! Whoo! New York! Hey, man! New York! Hey, buddy!
Hi! Hey, come on over here!
- Hey, do we need anybody else? - The more the merrier. Reuben!
Golly! Here you are with your papers and everything.
- Come on over! - Come on, Reuben! Jeez!
How are you? Reuben, l want you to meet Sonny. Sonny, this is Reuben Warwashawsky.
- How about it? - Sonny, how are you?
- All right. Why don't you sit down? - Come on. Sit down. Take a load off.
- What are you doin' here? - I'm workin'.
- You're workin'? - Yes.
- This is a drinkin' place. - Drunk or sober, l want 'em.
- Well, can l pour you out one? - No, no, no, thank you. I'll just have some plain Seltzer.
- Alright, here. You're just drinkin' club soda, then, is that it? - That's it, I'm sorry.
Well, you're gonna feel a whole lot better than l will tomorrow morning.
- Reuben is a union man. - Mm-hm.
He's gonna put a union in the mill.
- But there ain't never been one. - Then maybe its time has come.
Well, there better be more than one of you! Cuz there's more than one of them!
- There will be. - Big companies get everything they want, ya know.
- Everything goes to the rich man. - You gettin' tired of it?
Oh, when l do, l just wash it down with beer, see?
Hey, you know what?
You know this song on the... jukebox?
This was the song... I remember it was on the radio the night they called me up
and they told me my husband had been killed in a fight in a beer joint.
Yeah, l knew Buddy Wilson. In high school.
- You did? - Yeah. We had wood shop together.
Yeah, God.
He was drunk, and he got in a fight and he broke a beer bottle.
And then this other guy, he had a broken beer bottle, too.
I remember l went down to the funeral parlor.
Cuz l wanted to see him, you know? And this old guy, he comes out and says...
that he didn't think it'd be a good idea if l'd see Buddy cuz he wasn't prepared yet.
I don't know, l just... I really just wanted to see him.
And my daddy wouldn't let me.
Well... that were the end of Buddy.
Far as that goes.
- I'm gonna drive. - I'll drive.
- What do you mean, you'll drive? You're drunk. - So are you.
I think l'll drive. No, no, no, gang. Here we go.
- This way. - (Norma laughs)
I went out with one man and l'm comin' home with two!
Now, that sure as heck is gonna surprise the hell outta my daddy.
- He sure keeps a close watch on you, doesn't he? - Yeah. We're close.
I remember he used to drive 250 miles to take me down to Crescent Beach.
He used to buy me a chicken dinner and take me swimmin' and tell me jokes.
And we used to sleep in the back of the car, ya know.
We'd wake up that morning and we'd walk out on the sand. We were all wet and everything.
He bought me this ring. I wear..wear it all the time.
Reuben, would you pull the car over? l think l'm going to be sick.
All right, hang on.
Easy. Easy.
You OK?
- Come on. - I'd help you, Norma, but l think l'd give it up too.
(retching)
- That was real ladylike of me. - It's all right.
I did bedpans one summer at Stuyvesant Hospital.
One of these days, l'm gonna get myself all together.
Well, make it soon. Because one of these days, l'm gonna start in on you.
Thank you. Read this when you have a chance, please.
I took your advice. Got it down to two syllables.
One's better.
Good morning. Good morning. Read this when you have a chance, please.
Mornin', Norma Rae.
Hey, Lucius!
Mornin', Linette!
Linette?
Hey, Billy Joe.
What the hell is goin' on around here?
I'm talkin' to you!
Fink!
Well, shit!
- Nobody out there's talkin' to me. - Less talk, more work.
Yea, but they're my friends, and they gonna stay my friends. I'm quittin'. I'm quittin' right here, and I'm quittin' right now.
- You're speedin' 'em up so you can weed 'em out! - You knew all that.
Yea, well, l was greedy, and l was dumb. Now l'm sorry, so you can just go ahead and fire me.
No, we won't do that. We'll put you back to work in the weaving room, Norma.
Your family's been with this mill a long time.
- Good mornin'! - Mornin'!
- Hey. - Hey.
We're all ready.
All of you?
All three of us.
- Well, then, everybody hop in! - OK. Millie, you can climb in yourself.
- OK, now, be careful. Don't fall down. - What's your name, big guy?
Craig.
That's Craig and this is Mi... Craig, l want you to put your seat on the floor.
Bye!
- Bye, Mama! - Bye-bye!
Bye, Grandma!
I wanna sit up front.
- Well, you can't. - Are we there yet?
No, we're not there yet, you silly willy. Goodness sakes. We just started off.
- I thought we were goin' to the lake. - We are. I gotta make a stop first.
Well, you should've done that before you got in the car.
This is Alice.
She's mine.
Well, like l always say, the more the merrier.
OK. You gonna watch what you're doin' now?
- Next time, you get up there yourself. - (Millie) Alice, over here!
Sure easy with your kids.
I yell at 'em. I swat 'em.
(Millie) Look at this!
You're a pretty woman.
I was good at 18, but things have kinda slipped and slid.
You look all right to me.
Keep the lights down low, l'm all right.
Well... I'll take you where it's dark.
I've been there.
I don't owe a nickel in this town.
I'll eat anything that's put down in front of me. I can fix anything electrical.
I'm all right aft... after my first cup of coffee. I want that bad, though.
I got me a new job at the gas station.
I turn my paycheck over the minute l get it - that's every Friday.
And l come straight home from work. And l stay there.
I got me and Alice.
We're alone.
You got your two kids. You're alone.
If you could help me...
maybe l could help you.
It's been a long time between offers.
Kiss me.
If that's all right...
then everythin' else will be.
And now, by the authority vested in me by this sovereign state,
I pronounce you man and wife.
If you like, you may kiss the bride.
Mother over here has a little homemade wine for us. Picked the berries myself last summer.
Ah! Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you.
To my wife, Norma Rae.
And, uh...
I just hope l can keep up with her.
Roscoe says l shouldn't go, but l think l'm gonna.
I'm not askin' anybody. I'm goin'.
On October 8th, 1970,
my grandfather,
Isaac Abraham Warshawsky, aged 87, died in his sleep in New York City.
On the following Friday morning, his funeral was held.
My mother and father attended. My two uncles from Brooklyn attended,
and my Aunt Minnie came up from Florida.
Also present were 862 members of the Amalgamated Clothing Workers
and the Cloth Hat and Cap Makers Union ofAmerica,
also members of his family.
In death, as in life, they stood at his side.
They had fought battles with him, had bound the wounds of battle with him,
had earned bread together, and had broken it together.
When they spoke, they spoke in one voice,
and they were heard.
And they were black, and they were white. They were lrish, and they were Polish.
And they were Catholic, and they were Jews.
And they were one.
That's what a union is.
One.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the textile industry in which you are spending your lives and your substance,
and in which your children and their children will spend their lives and their substance,
is the only industry in the whole length and breadth of these United States of America that is not unionized.
Therefore, they are free to exploit you,
to lie to you, to cheat you, and to take away from you what is rightfully yours.
Your health. A decent wage. A fit place to work.
I would urge you to stop them... by coming over to room 31 at the Golden Cherry Motel
to pick up a union card and sign it.
Yes, it comes from the Bible.
"According to the tribes of your fathers
ye shall inherit."
But it comes from Reuben Warshawsky: "Not unless you make it happen."
Thank you.
Thank you, Reverend. I appreciate it.
Everybody should have come. They should have heard you.
- Next time. - Uh-huh. If l have to drag 'em.
Hey!
- You preach real good. - When you gonna join up?
- Me? Who's got the time? - Make time. Sleep less.
Cuz if l don't get some help soon, l'm outta here and you got nothin'.
Hey. I appreciate any help - thank you - that you can possibly give me.
Uh... Lickin' stamps, stuffin' envelopes, typin' with two fingers, anything.
- I'll show up. - All right. Thanks.
I'm here. I'm ready to inspect your plant.
The federal government of the United States, brothers,
in accordance with federal court order number 7778, states the following:
"The union has the right to inspect every bulletin board in the mills at least once a week
to verify in person that its notices are not being stripped off."
- Do you have a trash can? - Inside.
- Keep America beautiful. - Downstairs.
Thank you.
Mornin'!
- How are ya? - Am l movin' too quick for you or somethin'?
I did my running when l was in the army. I'm not in the army now, brother.
- Well, if you're outta shape, l'll slow down a little bit. - Appreciate it.
Let's keep it to a basic saunter.
Good morning! l'm Reuben Warshawsky of the Textile Workers Union of America.
- What's your name, brother? - Buffum.
Mr Buffum?
- How long have you worked here, sir? - 12 years.
Do you like your job?
- I'd like to keep it. - Yes, sir.
Warshawsky, you're interferin' with the work. The court order says you can't do that.
Well, then, brother, let us both keep to the letter of the law.
I ain't got no kike brother.
- I don't think you meant to use that word. - I meant it.
You did, huh? Well, shit, now l'm gonna have to stop and get into a fight, huh?
- Come on. The bulletin board's over here. - The bulletin board's over here.
Good morning.
Somebody's lookin' to get into a car pool.
Somebody wants to sell a basset pup.
And you can pick pecans for 40 cents a bushel at Selma Landing. Isn't that terrific?
The only thing missing is my notice.
It's there.
It is? l don't see it!
Ah, yes.
Wilt Chamberlain on stilts could read that thing, maybe.
Wanna bring it down to eye level, brothers, where everybody can read it?
We'll make note of your request.
Why do you guys pull this horseshit, huh?
I have to go to the phone, call my lawyers and get 'em on your ass. That's childish!
- Well, where's the pay phone? And who's got two nickels? - Hey!
Briggs, bring it down.
Eye! Eye level! Eye.
You ain't supposed to read the damn thing.
No union organizer, not even a known union member
has been inside the fences and walls of this factory for more than ten years. I'm readin' it.
- Well, read fast, then. - While l'm readin' this,
you read the court order that says any agent of this company can be held in contempt.
You're messing with a contempt citation. If you're hot for jail, you just keep it up.
- I ain't violatin' no laws. - You're violatin' the law now, baby.
- Can we finish this? - Certainly.
- Where's the other bulletin board? - In the weavin' room.
- You wanna show it to me? - Yes, hell, yes!
Briggs!
Good mornin'! How are ya? Mornin'!
Good mornin'! Mornin'!
Good mornin' to ya. Good morning. I'm Warshawsky, Textile Workers Union of America.
Good morning! Mornin' to ya.
Good mornin', ma'am.
Good morning. Warshawsky, Textile Workers Union of America.
Good morning. Good morning to you, ma'am.
Good morning! l'm in room 31, the Golden Cherry Motel, if you have any questions.
Thank you.
Good morning!
Good mornin' to ya!
Good morning.
Nice.
Gentlemen, your average working man is not stupid.
He just gets tired!
You wanna move this outta here, please?
Move it! Move the stuff!
Hey, Reuben?
Hey!
- You busy? - Oh, yeah. Very busy.
- Well, can l come in? - Please.
Jeez!
Don't they ever clean up around here?
I don't want them messin' up my stuff. I know where everything is.
- If l joined up with you, would l lose my job? - No way.
You can wear a union button as big as a Frisbee when you go to work.
You can talk union to any mill hands that wanna listen, as long as it's during a break.
You can take union pamphlets to the mill and pass 'em along.
There's not a goddamn thing they can do to touch you.
I was never a very good Girl Scout.
I'll go along with you.
You're the fish l wanted to hook.
Well...
You got me. So what the hell you gonna do with me?
- Make a mensch outta you, kid. - You are?
Mm-hm.
What is that?
Somebody who goes to the old folks' home on Saturday morning to visit instead of playin' golf.
Somebody who puts a dollar in a blind man's cup for a pencil.
- I'd do that. - Uh-huh. But would you take the pencil?
Of course, I would. I paid for it.
Hey! Somewhere between logic and charity, maybe there falls a little shadow.
- Reuben, if you put... - We could debate this all night. Here.
Sign.
"Norma Rae Webster."
How come everybody down here has three names?
Come on, Wayne. Lemme pin this old thing on you.
Cover up the gravy spot on your shirt.
Well, now, what do l get if l do?
You don't get nothin' if you don't. Besides, ain't you had enough of that?
You and me, we used to heat up that NCO club down at the base pretty good. Now, remember?
- Bygone days. - Well... then pin it on me for bygone days.
Oh, good, Wayne! l'm so proud of you!
Do you think we'll ever see that club again, Norma, honey?
Take your wife. She doesn't get out much.
Looks like you strayed off the reservation, Norma.
Is that right?
You got your own coffee machine at your end!
Yeah, but l don't got a water fountain, and l gotta cool down my coffee afore l drink it!
You cool everythin'!
- Hey, Reverend! - Well, Norma, you caught me in my shirt sleeves.
Oh, that's OK.
Maybe we can have flowers out of your yard for Sunday. Spider mites eaten up everything.
OK.
Somehow l can help you, Norma?
How long l been comin' to this church, Reverend?
Since you were a little girl.
That's right. I accepted Christ when l was six years old, didn't l?
Well, would you call me a good Christian?
- With a lapse or two, l'd say so. - "With a lapse or two."
- Would you call yourself a good Christian? - That's for the Lord to say.
I want this church for a union meetin' next Saturday afternoon. That's blacks and whites sittin' together.
- This is a house of God. - That's what I'm waitin' to see...whether it is or whether it isn't.
You're comin' mighty close to blasphemy, Norma.
I've come here and said l sinned, and I done wrong and l'm sorry, and l asked for God to forgive me.
Now, I wanna see what this church stands for.
I wanna see if you'll stand up on that pulpit and say there oughta be justice, there oughta be a union,
and if you're smitten, and you rise up, and the Lord'll be on your side.
And if you don't, then l say there ain't nothin' good for me in that church,
and l'm gonna leave it flat.
We're gonna miss your voice in the choir, Norma.
You're gonna hear it raised up someplace else.
Y'all go in and sit down. I'll be in there in a minute.
We're holdin' a meetin' at our house, Jimmy Jerome. Union business.
Afterward we're havin' lemonade and cookies - ginger snaps.
I'll roll up the front shade, so you can see right in.
Washed my windows on Saturday. You shouldn't have any trouble.
You're goin' too far now, Norma. This here is our home.
- How am l goin' too far? - There's a bunch of black men in there!
- You're gonna get us in a whole lotta trouble. - I ain't never had any trouble with black men.
The only trouble l ever had in my life was with white men.
I remember some of you from the Chockoyotte church.
I did all of the talking that day.
Now l would like for you to speak.
Please.
A man's work should be a man's work.
And not a term in jail.
The black have been pushed, pulled, and scorned. For what?
If the union is what everybody believes in it, l'll follow all the way.
Excuse me for sayin' this with menfolks in the room,
but, when l get my menstrual cramps, which come pretty hard,
they don't let me sit down on my job.
They say you gotta keep to your feet unless you bring a note from the doctor.
We wouldn't say we was sick if we wasn't.
You know, l look at a brick wall all day.
There used to be a window there,
but they come and brick it up to give us the feelin' that we shut in.
My husband Averil died of brown lung two months ago.
His children are gonna grow up not even... knowin' him.
I got all his clothes if someone could use 'em.
I'm not gettin' the message across.
17 people out of 800.
Well... you're an outsider.
Things move slow around here. This isn't New York, where you grab a taxi and grab your hat.
Mama, Craig's wet the bed.
Oh, Jeez.
I told him not to drink Coke afore he went to sleep.
Craig?
Come on, sugar, wake up.
Get up. Put your arms around my neck. Attaboy.
You got any ideas?
Yeah. Buy a jug of corn whisky and meet me here on Saturday.
- We're gonna hit the back roads. - (Reuben sighs)
Are you finished, honey? OK.
Now, no more Cokes afore you go to sleep.
How are you, Mr Robinson?
- How you doin' today? - I'm busy.
I'm Norma Rae. You know me.
- Yeah! How do you do? - Good to see you.
- This is my friend, Reuben. - Hi. How ya doin'? How do ya do? So nice to see ya.
Listen, sir, why don't you, uh, read this, if you will, sir, and l'll fix your tire for you?
How about that?
- You've got a deal. - Yes, sir.
- Do you know how to do this? - Are you kidding? I don't even got a car.
Uh, let's look like we know what we're doin'.
- Watch your hand. - Reuben?
- What? - I think he was takin' this thing off.
- (Chatter) I know that. - You gonna make a baseball bat or somethin'?
Hey! Hey, Joe, how are you? I want you to read one of these, will you?
Hey! Hey, Jake! How you doin'? Will you read one of those for me, please? Everybody.
Hi, James. How are you? I want you to meet Reuben here. He's a friend of mine.
How you doin', gentlemen?
- Would you like to read one of these, sir? - No.
Elwood? Bob, you wanna read one of these?
- I wouldn't be interested. - Bob, you're not interested in a union?
No, no.
Why? You think you're gonna get a better shake from management than you are from the union?
- I always have. - You always have, huh?
- Yeah. - Ow!
- Damn glad you cut it. - (laughter)
That's telling him about it, Bob.
- Hey, Robert! - Hi, Norma!
- How are you? - Fine.
- We come out... - Argh!
It's only grass and water, Reuben.
- This is where we used to swim when we were kids. - Oh, yeah?
We'd come down here after we'd hookied off from school and shuck off our clothes and jump in.
The only water hole l ever saw when l was a kid...
when we used to open the fire hydrant on 110th and Riverside
with a monkey wrench.
- This is the life! - It's just an old mud hole.
Oh, it's terrific. It's coolin' off my mosquito bites.
Oh, well... this is as clean as l'm gonna get this.
Thank you.
Whoo!
It is hot.
- I'm comin' in. - Come on.
(Reuben) Great!
You know what?
There used to be this old farmer that lived round here... with a BB gun.
- Sure hope he's moved away. - Yeah. Me too.
What the hell is that? Get out... There's somethin' flickin' around my...
- Those are minnows. - Those are what?
- Minnows. They won't hurt you. - They'd better not.
You sure are a fish outta water down here.
This is not exactly my native habitat. No.
Reuben, what would you be doin' on a day like this at home?
Play some handball at the Y. Go see Aida at the Met.
Eat Chinese. Play a little poker. Hit the sack.
(sings)
I've been two places in my life.
I've been to Henleyville. Been on down to Piston.
Oh, you'd love New York. You would. Wow!
Super town. Most beautiful women in the world.
Best food.
Opera. Theatre.
Ballet.
Reuben... you're homesick.
Oy vey!
God!
Reuben...
You got a skinny build.
Yeah.
Sonny works out with weights.
I tried that.
I dropped 'em and broke my goddamn foot.
Well...
You don't gotta worry.
Cuz you got a head on you.
And you use it.
What?
Well...I know why we got a bad connection here, Henry. It's cuz l think the line is bein' tapped.
Hey, you! Whosever listenin' in on this,
this is Norma Rae Webster, and l'm talkin' union to Henry Willis. I'm on tonight and every night.
Same old story. No commercials. Union, union, union.
Look, why don't you have your bossman tap me,
and then you can go on home to your wife and kids?
Henry, let... Henry!
Oh, shoot!
You ain't gettin' any sleep.
I ain't gettin' any sleep and we gotta get to work in the mornin'.
I got a hundred calls to make tonight.
- Is that goin' on our phone bill? - Take it outta my paycheck, alright?
Damn milk is sour.
I didn't have a chance to get to the market.
Oh, you didn't have a chance to get to the market, did ya?
And you didn't get to the washin', and you didn't get to the kids, and you didn't get to me.
- Is that right? - That's right. That's right.
Damn TV dinners, kids goin' around in dirty jeans!
I'm goin' around, uh, without!
Altogether!
You want cookin'?
You got cookin'.
You want laundry?
You got laundry.
You want ironin'?
You got ironin'.
You wanna make love? You get behind me, and lift up my nightie, and we're gonna make love.
Norma.
Norma!
Hey.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Shh.
Veta, will you come down to the Golden Cherry this time. Don't just read it and nod your head at me.
Hey, Doris. Millicent. Now, do as I want. You come on down to the Golden Cherry and bring your peanut-butter pie.
Hey, Vicky. Debra. How's your little one?
Heard he got the measles. Keep him away from mine, will you?
Hey, Brenda! How's your new baby?
Listen, get on down to the Golden Cherry, will you? You can type. l know you can type.
Hey, get on down to the Golden Cherry, will you, and help us out?
Sue, now, come on, read this. Every single word of it's important.
And come on down to the Golden Cherry. Cuz if l got the time, you got the time.
Well, l don't bump into you much anymore, do l?
- You all right, Daddy? - About the same.
Your color's bad. You been drinkin'?
- Thimbleful now and then. - Well, you know it's not good for you.
Oh, honey, what's the difference? Sometimes l wonder when l lie down if l'm gonna get up again.
Don't talk old to me. I don't like it.
Listen...
I'm gonna come over there one of these nights real soon
and take you out to a grand supper. How about that?
- OK. - OK.
OK.
(sighs)
James, uh... coming back?
I guess so.
- Where'd he go? Home? - I don't know.
Jeez. I oughta be goin' home, too.
Hey... how's Dorothy?
Terrific. Thanks.
I see you got a new picture of her.
Oh, yeah. You like it, huh? My mother sent that.
She and your mother, they must get along real well.
Are you kidding? My mother loves her.
She's a lawyer, she's lefto, she's Jewish, and she's a great cook.
What the hell else could she want?
How come she's so smart?
Dorothy?
Books.
Oh, oh, madame, your dinner.
Le grand banana and a beer.
No.
Who's this? Dylan Thomas.
He was a poet.
Genius and a drunk.
What's he write about?
Love, sex, death.
Other matters of consequence.
- Is he hard to read? - Ah.
Ah.
- So why should l bother? - Cuz maybe he has somethin' to say to you.
Open that, will you?
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, l'll try him.
Good.
Ew!
There ain't nothin' on TV but reruns anyway.
Hey, ya wanna do me a favor. Don't eat while you read. I can't stand banana in my books.
Kvetch, kvetch, kvetch!
Hey, Warren!
(knocking)
Warren!
Hey, man. What's happened? Nobody showed up at the meeting.
- They got us on a stretchout. - Oh, man.
Put us on a three-day week.
Twice as much work for half the pay.
- All on account of you. - Hey, just a second, huh?
Now, you just stand there for a minute.
Oh, man.
Now, there are six turnips and two quarts of water in there.
That's supper for seven people.
- You just go sell your union someplace else. - Hey, l'm tryin' to get you...
My arm's gone numb on me, Jimmy. I think l better go and lie down.
Y'all got a break comin' up in 15 minutes, Vernon.
- I think l better go now, Jimmy. - Y'all hang on, Vernon. Your break is comin' up.
I'll loan you a bucket, Lucius, in a minute.
Mavis.
Rhonda.
Hey, Betty.
You get off the shift at 3:00. You're supposed to be here at 3:15.
It's 4.15. Where the hell you been? Workin' for this union or aren't you?
- I was gettin' my tooth filled. - You were gettin' your beer gut filled!
Chew your old man out at home and get off of me, Norma.
I'm just startin' in on you. Now, l'm givin' nine, ten, eleven, twelve hours here.
That's every day. There's a pile of work around here. We're doin' our share, but either you do your share,
- but don't call yourself a union member. - Norma! Shut your cakehole.
- In fact, get the hell outta the office. - What'd l do? l only said what was true.
Out.
Come on.
Peter, get to work, man. Come on.
Let's go. Everybody back to work. Come on.
Mouth.
You're too muscular. You can't come down that hard on the man and leave him his balls.
Easy, Jesus! lf you were in the State Department, we'd be at war.
OK.
- You're right. I got a big mouth. - Mm-hm.
You know, cotton-mill workers are known as trash to some.
I know the union's the only way we're gonna get our own voice, make ourselves any better.
I guess that's why l push.
Our own Mother Jones.
Who's she?
She was some considerable lady. She made it happen for the coal miners in West Virginia.
You ain't mad at me.
If the situation ever called for a smart, loud, profane, sloppy, hard-workin' woman...
I'd pick you every time, kid.
Well, how come "sloppy"? Nobody wears girdles any more.
- Whattaya givin' this to me for? l didn't order it. - Well, hey, you ate it!
(knocking)
(knocking continues)
- Whatta ya want? - Warshawsky around?
Reuben's at the printer's.
Pretty late for the printer's.
Yeah, well, Reuben keeps him workin' late.
You're Norma Rae, aren't you?
Hm?
I'm Mrs Webster.
We're from the union, national headquarters. This is Al London, and l'm Sam Dakin.
- Is that right? - (car approaches)
Well, now that you're here, l might as well give you my shoppin' list. Let me see.
We need some more envelopes. We need some stamps. We're almost outta typin' paper.
Hey! We could do with a loudspeaker. How about some typewriters that don't stick?
- We're not in office supplies, Mrs Webster. - And you aren't around here much, either.
Ah, hello, Reuben.
- Sam. How are you? - All right.
- Gettin' fat. - Put on a couple of pound.
- Al, how are you? - Lousy. I got a cold.
What brings you guys?
You're not gettin' up much of a head of steam, Reuben.
You've had my reports. You know what l'm up against.
- We're worried. - That makes three of us.
This is a small Southern Baptist town, Reuben.
- You gotta keep your nose very clean. - Well, you see any snot in mine?
Maybe, uh, Mrs Webster'd like to leave.
- Why should she leave? - Cuz this concerns her. And I'm tryin' to make it easy...
Ah, come on, will you, please? lt's late. What do you guys want?
Company wants us to look bad, they're gonna use anything they can to make us look bad.
Reuben, the mill hands in this town go to church every Sunday.
And she's talking union to them.
They say she's made a porno movie with a local police officer. Very explicit one.
- Show it to me. Run it for me, will ya please. - Oh, come on.
There doesn't have to be a movie, just people talk like there's one!
The lady has an illegitimate child. She's slept around. She takes naps on your bed late at night...
-I don't believe this. -Whatta ya mean, you don't believe...
Are we in the union business or are we in the character-assassination business?
All of a sudden, after l put in an 18-hour day, l got the legion of decency on my hands here.
Do you know that this woman has broken her ass for this organization?
She doesn't see her kids. She doesn't have time to take a bath.
What the hell do l care if she has round heels? What is this? The Catholic church? We're gonna canonize her?
- Hey, Reuben. It's your game. - You're goddamn right it is!
- But we think she oughtta go. - Well, make it stick.
If you can't, get the hell outta here! Just get the hell outta here, anyway.
I'm sorry, Mrs Webster.
I don't wanna hurt the union, Reuben. I'll quit if you want me to.
What were you doing sleepin'? You were supposed to type some letters for me, weren't ya?
Yeah.
Hey. It's me, Norma.
OK, it's l, Norma. Will you forget the grammar? Look, l gotta talk to you right away.
Um...
Maybe you can meet me at my break.
OK.
Just talkin' to my kids. Make sure they got home from school alright.
Your kids are with my kids at the grocery store buying candy.
Maybe that's why my dentist bills is bustin' me.
Hey!
You want union? You'll get union! OK?
Break it up! Break it up!
Break it up!
Break it up! Break...
- You OK, man? - You all right?
- What started this? - They put up a letter.
They're tellin' the whites that the blacks are gonna take over the union.
They gonna run it and push 'em around.
And any time you tell a white man a black man's gonna sit on his head, this is what you get.
I love it when these pricks get mean. We can take legal action. Now you get me the letter.
I can't just waltz in there and take it off the board. They watchin' me.
- How good is your memory? - I still don't know the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag.
Get somebody to help ya. Write it down, a line at a time.
Oh, Jesus, this reminds me of the time l pinched a lipstick off a five and dime .
- Did you get caught? - I went back next week for curlers.
- Then you know how to do it, kid! - OK!
"..do-min-ate... it...
and... con-trol... it...
as... you... may... see... fit."
"lf... now..."
"lf now..."
Damn!
Damn! Damn! Damn!
"You black employees are being told that by going into the union en masse
you can dominate it and control it in this plant as you may see fit."
"lf..."
- Where's the rest of it? - That's all l could get.
- Mata Hari. - No, they was watchin' us every single minute.
This is the best chance we got to nail these bastards, to catch 'em with their pants down.
So don't tell me you can't remember it. Sweetheart, you walk up to it, you stand there
and you copy it down word for word, line for line.
You get me the date. You get me the signature, you get it all, and you get it back here to me. Come on.
- I'm gonna get fired. - I'll run you a benefit.
- Oh, thanks a lot. - Hey!
You wanna get massaged, you go to a massage parlor. Either we get beat or we don't get beat. Come on!
I got three kids, a drawerful of bills, and a husband who doesn't like what l'm doin'.
Now I'll do it. But I don't need your boot on my back side, Mr Warshawski.
Goddamn sludge has been sittin' around here for three days.
- Reuben, I'm gonna tell you somethin'! - What are ya gonna tell me, Norma?
You've been away from home a long time. You been all business, and you gettin' crabby.
Reuben! You need yourself a woman.
Funny you should mention it. Tonight's the night.
- Well, what would Dorothy say? - Wear a rubber.
- "..that... where..." - You can't copy this letter!
- It's up on the bulletin board. I'm gonna copy it. - Norma, you better not.
I'm gonna take down every word of this letter.
It's my break time, and l'm gonna take down every word of this letter.
Just stay outta my way. I'm gonna take down every word of this letter.
"..occur. Strikes..."
- Hello, Norma. - Mr Mason. You know who l am. "..means..."
- Put the pencil and paper away. - "..loss... of..."
- You stop what you're doin' right now. - "..cause of..."
You're gonna leave. The law's gonna come after you and take you right out of this plant.
"..jobs."
Mr Mason, l started this and l'm gonna finish it.
"..serious violence."
Let's go to my office, Norma.
Why did you make those personal phone calls on company time?
I want you all to spell out your names for me.
Don't be foolish, Norma Rae.
Mr Mason, no one around here is on my side,
and l'm not gonna leave until l set down all your names on this piece of paper.
Lady, l want you off the premises now!
You phone your husband. You come over here and tell him to fetch you!
I want you outta here right quick!
- Norma Rae... - Forget it!
I'm staying put!
Right where l am!
It's gonna take you, and the police department,
and the fire department, and the National Guard to get me outta here!
I'm waitin' for the sheriff to come and take me home!
And l ain't gonna budge till he gets here!
Come on down now, Norma Rae.
Come on down now.
You heard what l said. Come on down.
Lamar...
I want you to put it in writin'
that Sheriff Lamar Miller is gonna take Norma Rae Webster straight home,
and l want you to sign it,
and l want you to hand it to me.
Don't you tell me what to do, young lady. You're getting nothing from me in writing.
- Mr Mason, you want her off the premises? - Take her out.
I don't know if l wanna get in the same car with you and nobody else.
Lamar... I ain't gonna bite you.
That's a police car. You're taking me to jail! No!
- No! No! No! No! No! - Quit that scrappin' now!
You're going' where we're takin' you! You're goin' to jail!
- No! - Get her feet in there.
No! No! No!
- No! - Get in there, now.
- No! No! - Get in there.
Get her in there.
No!
(wails)
No!
Webster, Norma Rae.
704 Priesta Road, Henleyville.
She's white, female, 31.
Occupation, textile.
Dark complexion, brown hair, brown eyes.
Arrest number 2238B.
Charge, disorderly conduct.
Norma Rae, you're goin' with her now.
(woman) Might as well sit down.
(Miller) You got one phone call.
Better call Sonny.
I'll be callin' my union organizer.
I know the first time you're in is bad.
It comes with the job.
I saw a pregnant woman on a picket line get hit in the stomach with a club.
I saw a boy of 16 get shot in the back.
I saw a guy get blown to hell and back when he tried to start up his car in the morning.
And you just got your feet wet on this one.
(door opens)
Norma.
You all right?
I put the kids to bed.
Craig.
Honey, wake up. It's Mama.
Wake up, sugar, l wanna talk to you. Come on. Put your arms around my neck.
Alice, wake up. Millie, wake up. I wanna talk to you, sweetheart.
Come on in the living room.
Come on. Attagirl.
I love you kids.
That's the first thing.
And Sonny loves you.
You got the both of us.
Second thing is...
I'm a jailbird.
Now, you're gonna be hearin' that, and a lot of other things.
But you're gonna hear it from me first.
Millie...
your daddy, his name was Buddy Wilson.
And he died four months after you was born.
Craig...
I wasn't never married to your daddy.
And he wasn't Buddy.
And he's not Sonny.
He's another man.
And there been others in my life.
You're gonna be hearin' about them, too.
I'm not perfect.
I made mistakes.
Millie, these are pictures of your daddy.
Craig, l got pictures of your daddy.
They belong to you.
If you go in the mill,
I want life to be better for you than it is for me.
That's why l joined up with the union, and that's why l got fired for it.
You understand me?
Now, you kids...
you know what l am.
And you know that l believe in standin' up for what l think is right.
Go to the bathroom before you get back into bed.
Take your pictures.
Go on.
Gonna take a bath.
There's lice in that jail.
She had one call and she called you.
She knew l could make bail.
You come in here, you mix her up, you turn her head all around.
She's all changed.
I didn't want that. I didn't want her to be a frontrunner.
What's gonna happen to us now?
She stood up on a table. She's a free woman.
Maybe you can live with it, maybe you can't.
Busted my shoelace.
- There's another one in the drawer. - I busted that one last week.
Did you ever sleep with him?
No.
But he's in my head.
I'm gonna see you through gettin' tired...
gettin' sick...
gettin' old.
I'm gonna see you through anything that comes up.
And there's nobody else in my head.
Just you.
Folks, ballots tabulated for the OP Henley Company against the union,
373.
(cheering and booing)
Folks...
Now, for the union, 425.
Yeah, we done it, baby! Union!
Union! Union! Union! Union! Union! Union! Union! Union!
Union! Union! Union! Union! Union!
(chanting continues)
(distant chanting)
- You gonna drive straight through? - Yes.
- You better stop for coffee to stay awake. - I got a Thermos in the car.
Well...
"Well"?
Well.
Well! (sighs)
So, what are you gonna do now?
- Live. - Yeah.
What else?
Now, you drop me a line once in a while, OK?
- Anyone read your mail? - Well, my mother...
How about l send you a copy of Dylan Thomas?
I already bought one for myself.
You did?
Nobody can do anything for ya, huh?
You've done something for me.
A lot.
Well, you did somethin' for us.
A mitzvah.
- What's that?! - What is that?!
That's a good work.
I don't say goodbye. No.
I have been known to cry.
- Well, what do you say? - Uh...
Be happy. Be well.
Same to you.
B-best wishes don't seem hardly enough.
I...
I'd like to thank you.
I do. I... I thank you for your companionship,
your stamina, your horse sense,
and a hundred and one laughs.
I also enjoyed very much...
looking at your shining hair and your shining face.
Reuben, l think you like me.
I do.
I was gonna buy ya a tie clip or some shavin' lotion or something, but l didn't know what you'd like.
Norma, what l've had from you has been sumptuous.
("lt Goes Like lt Goes" by Jennifer Warnes)
Visiontext Subtitles: Kerrie Slavin
This entire file was edited and synced by Deb Ackley, Michigan, 05/24/10