:19:02
Bitsy Mae Harling
who used to date blacks in high school?
:19:05
The one and the same.
:19:07
She's been singing
on the weekends out at Bubba's
since she got out of jail.
:19:11
- Said she was framed. [ Laughs ]
- Prison trash.
:19:15
[ Coughing ]
:19:17
- [ Coughing Continues ]
- That's a cigarette cough.
:19:21
- No shit.
- You're gonna die of lung cancer
just like Aunt Bertha did.
:19:25
You mark my word.
:19:28
Lord, that was an awful death.
:19:30
She suffered so.
:19:32
Well, for your information,
Miss Smarty Britches,
I quit smokin' three days ago.
:19:38
We'll see how long it lasts.
:19:40
Besides, the damage
you've done to your lungs
is most likely irreparable.
:19:45
I read all about it in a magazine
at the doctor's office.
:19:49
Bitsy Mae Harling and Mama.
:19:51
Yes, ma'am. Then the last couple
of months she started carrying
on with G.W. Nethercott.
:19:57
- Shit.
- Listen, buddy. I know how you feel.
:20:00
I still have nightmares
over that pig myself.
:20:03
I don't give a shit about that filthy,
dirty, slop-eatin', mud-wallerin' pig!
:20:07
I have killed a woman!
:20:09
By irresponsibly leaving my legs
in the middle of the motel room...
:20:13
after making long, passionate love
with the woman of my dreams.
:20:17
You'll get over that pig, Odell.
:20:22
I ain't ever gonna
get over killing Peggy.
:20:24
G.W., take it easy on yourself, buddy.
:20:27
She tripped on your legs
on the way to the bathroom.
:20:30
It was an accident.
It's not your fault. It could
have happened to anybody.
:20:34
- You mean anybody with two wooden legs.
- Shut up.
:20:36
- Well, they are, Wardell.
- Shit.
:20:38
I want to remember Mama
the way I want to remember her.
:20:42
Not shacked up in a motel
with a seedy lowlife
with two wooden legs.
:20:47
Ooh, apple pie.
:20:49
- Do you want a piece?
- No, not right now.
:20:53
Maybe in a little while.
:20:57
How's Ty?
Is he still out in Los Angeles?