Bus Stop

- Are you ready, Virge? - Anytime.

Turn him out!

- Ya-hoo! - Go get him, Bo!

Make time, Bo! Get on him, Bo!

Turn him over, Bo!

Get him over! Get him over!

Good time! Good!

What was my time?

- Five-eight. - Five...

That's good enough to win just about every prize they got at that rodeo!

I'll give to you a paper of pins

And that's the way our love begins

If you will marry me, me, me

If you will marry me

I'll give to you a feathery bed

With downy pillows for your head

If you will marry me, me, me

If you will marry me

But you don't want my paper or pins

And you don't want my feathery bed

You want my house and money instead

That is plain to see

Well, here they are Take everything

My house, my money My wedding ring

And in the bargain I'll throw in me

If you will marry me

Bo, when you was five,

I just throwed you on a horse, smack!

And there you was ridin'.

- Remember? - Yup.

When you was eight, I throwed you in the creek, splash!

And there you was swimmin'.

- Ain't that right? - Sure, Virge.

Splash!

Bo, you're 21 years old

and we're on our way to a big city, Phoenix, Arizona.

It's time you met up with a gal.

A Sal?

Oh, it ain't nothin' to be scared of.

In a way, women and swimmin' is pretty much the same.

You got good reflexes, Bo. You'll make out just fine.

So long,Bo.

Bring back some prize money.

Take it easy, Orville!

Two for Phoenix, Arizona.

We goin' down for the rodeo.

I figure I'm gonna win me just about every prize they got down there.

Well, that's nice.

Now sit down someplace. You got a long ride ahead of you.

Bo, the lady's hat!

- Oh, sorry, ma'am. - Why don't you look where you're goin'?

It was an accident, sir. He ain't used to travelin'.

- This is his first time off the ranch. - Virge, that's a lie!

That's a lie and you know it! I been all the way to Helena.

That was when he was 12 years old to have his tonsils out.

Well, that still counts!

Here, give me that.

If you will marry me, me, me

If you will marry me

I'll give to you a petticoat red

All stitched around with golden thread...

Virge?

I've been thinkin'.

You know, about what you said.

What was that?

You know. About me findin' a gal.

Oh, what... What about it, Bo?

I don't know anything about gals, Virge.

Nothin' at all.

Well, that's what I mean. It's about time you learned.

It ain't nothin' to be scared of, Bo.

You know how much you like swimmin' when you got used to it.

Besides, I know the idea crossed your mind once or twice.

I seen you lookin' at them pictures in Orville's magazines.

I'll give to you a feathery bed

With downy pillows for your head...

Maybe I glanced at them pictures a couple of times.

But if I do find me a gal,

it ain't gonna be one of them gals from all those magazines.

I already decided.

I'm gonna get me a

angel.

- An angel? - That's right.

I wouldn't set my sights too high if I were you, Bo.

You just figure on pic:kin' out some plain-lookin' little ol' gal,

with a cooperatin' nature and a good personality.

I mean, we gotta be realistic.

What's some angel gonna want with a cowhand like you?

What's that got to do with it?

That steer this mornin', he didn't wanna get throwed, did he?

Well, I throwed him.

Some wild horse you're breakin', he don't wanna get broke, do he?

But you don't let what he wants stop you.

What makes you think a girl's any different?

This trip is gonna be mighty educational.

Kiss me quick and go, my honey

Kiss me quick and go to cheat sur...

Listen, Virge.

I'm gonna find me an angel.

I'm gonna find me a real hootenanny of an angel!

She gives me any trouble, she's gonna find herself

with them little old wings just pinned right to the ground!

Oh!

- Mornin', ma'am! - What are you doing?

Push-ups, ma'am. Gotta get the kinks outta my bones.

Hey, cowboy, get up off that floor!

Thirty! Whew! I can do 30 set-ups, too.

Pipe down and stop botherin' folks. You woke up everybody in the bus.

Well, it's mornin', ain't it? It's time to get up.

That's the trouble with you city folk.

Lay around in bed all day long

and you get soft.

Hey, when do we stop for breakfast?

Look! There's a place! Hey, you passed it!

Look. This ain't no taxi. It's a public vehicle.

Stops where it's scheduled to stop and no place else.

And meanwhile what's a passenger supposed to do?

Just starve to death?

Poor old lady back there, you can hear her stomach rumblin' from here!

Bo! You're out in civilization!

Forgive him, ma'am. He didn't hear a thing.

Our next official bus stop is Grace's Diner, a couple of miles up the road.

That's where we stop, Grace's.

Can we get some breakfast in here?

Hello, Grace.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

- Hello, Elma. You the passenger? - That's right.

- She's goin' for the symphony concert. - And to see my sister.

How about a little service?

Sounds like your passengers are hungry.

Oh, I'll go ahead and wait on 'em.

Ah, some crazy cowboys.

That young one there, he's a real troublemaker.

His friend ain't so bad.

He just sits in the back of the bus playin' his guitar.

A little music's real nice when you're drivin' along.

I'm very fond of music myself.

Are you, Grace? I didn't know that.

Yeah. I'm a very musical person.

Well, come on in. I'll fix you somethin' to eat.

Ahh.

Ma'am, uh...

Ma'am, I...

Give me about three hamburgers.

- Three? How do you want 'em? - Raw.

- Honest? - Well, sure.

That's the only way to eat 'em, with a big hunk of onion and some piccalilli.

And a piece of pie.

And you'd better set a quart of milk beside him. He's still a growin' boy.

- Well, all right. - Pie and coffee for me.

I'm still growin' too, but in a different way.

Gotta watch my figure.

Real nice place you got here.

As much as I've seen of it, anyway.

What's that supposed to mean?

I was just thinkin'.

I'll bet that apartment you got upstairs is real nice too.

Love to see it sometime, how you got it fixed up and all.

Hmm, don't pour it!

Ahh.

Okay, mister, let's get goin'. We're never gonna make Phoenix

sittin' around this broken-down, miserable restaurant.

Hey! You!

All aboard, folks.

Now wait a minute!

I happen to be the owner of this here broken-down, miserable restaurant.

Don't pay him no mind. You're only the twelfth human bein' he's seen this year.

- Just his way of talkin'. - Well, it ain't a way I care a lot for.

- I don't blame you a bit. - Virge!

Bo, you're plumb wrong about this place.

It's nice and clean and well-run!

And you certainly couldn't ask for a prettier or a more charmin' owner.

- Wait a minute, cowboy. - I mean it, ma'am.

And I wanna apologize for this young barbarian here.

- Hey, what ya doin'? - It's just somethin' I seen in a movie.

- It don't offend you, I trust. - Oh, of course not.

Only you just caught me up short, that's all.

Hand kissin'?

That ain't my idea on how to get a gal.

- We know that, Bo. - Bye, Grace.

So long, honey.

- You the one that plays the guitar? - That's right, ma'am.

I'm real fond of music myself.

All aboard. Bus loadin' right away.

Good-bye, Grace. See you in a couple of days.

- So long, Carl. - Come on, cowboy.

- Good luck at the rodeo, cowboy. - Thanks, ma'am.

Come back real soon, you hear?

- So long, Carl. - So long, Grace.

Come back soon, hear?

Talk about angels. How about her?

Well,

she may be an angel, Virge,

but she ain't my angel.

How can you tell?

I'll know.

When I see my angel,

I'll know right off the bat.

Fasten your seat belts and take off your coats. We're startin' to lose altitude.

Landin' in Phoenix in about an hour.