1:10:02
What's the matter? I might as weII not go
to the tempIe at aII!
1:10:07
No, ma'am, you won't get to the tempIe
this morning, Miss Daisy.
1:10:11
Why not? What's the matter with you?
1:10:16
Somebody has bombed the tempIe.
1:10:18
What? Bombed the tempIe?
1:10:22
That's how come we're stuck here so Iong.
1:10:25
I don't beIieve it!
1:10:27
That's what the poIiceman just said.
1:10:32
Oh, my God. Was anybody there?
Were peopIe hurt?
1:10:36
I don't know. He didn't say.
1:10:39
Who wouId do such a thing?
1:10:42
You know good as me, Miss Daisy,
it'II aIways be the same ones.
1:11:08
I remember one time
back down there in Macon.
1:11:11
Lord, I couIdn't have been more than
10 or 1 1 years oId, I reckon.
1:11:16
I had this friend named Porter.
1:11:18
One day there his daddy was,
hanging in a tree.
1:11:22
Now just the day before,
we'd aII been pitching horseshoes.
1:11:27
He was Iaughing and carrying on
and taIking about how me and Porter...
1:11:31
...was going to have strong right arms,
just Iike him.
1:11:36
Lord, there he was,
hanging up yonder in the tree.
1:11:40
Had his hand tied behind him.
FIies was aII over him.
1:11:44
I teII you,
I threw up right where I was standing.
1:11:49
You go on and cry.
1:11:53
I'm not crying.
1:11:56
Why did you teII me that story?
1:11:59
Lord, I don't know, Miss Daisy.