Our Very Own

Y'all, look at it.

That is without a doubt the most beautiful one l have ever seen.

Well, it's obvious why it's still up.

There has never been another one like it.

Mine didn't turn out that good.

Where is yours now, Bobbie?

Mama took it home. To hang it!

Y'all, come on. We do this every time we come by here.

Take me home, Ray.

Oh, you love it, Melora.

l do not. lt's embarrassing.

You do, too. You love it. Admit it.

l do not! Leave it... stop it! Move over

Y'all!

Just be quiet.

Look at it.

Okay, let's go. Mama's gonna kill...me.

Ray, what are you doin'? No!

Stop it!

Hey, y'all wanna go to Nashville tomorrow night?

Yes!

Ray, can you drive?

Uhhh...

no. lt's Saturday.

Grannie'll be getting her hair done over in Tullahoma.

She'll need the car.

Clancy, you got your car back yet?

Nah. lt's, uh, still in the shop.

l'll have to ask Mama for hers. Oh, Lord.

We all know what that'll be like.

Melora, l'm not kiddin'. You've got to get the car.

l cannot hang out here one more night. Aren't y'all bored?

Oh, no. Mother'll never let me go to Nashville tomorrow night.

l think she's afraid l'm gonna break into country music and never come back.

Okay, hell, l am goin'. l don't care what my parents say.

They don't know where l am half the time anyway,

and that is fine with me.

Oh...God, you're so lucky!

Wait a minute. l just forgot.

l have a date with Ricky tomorrow night.

-Oho. -Great.

Bobbie, he is such a hood.

No!

A dumb-ass hood.

Redneck kick-your-ass hood.

He is not.

He is...pretty scary, Bobbie. He does...not like us.

Alls l'm sayin' is he went to high school for six years

and still hasn't graduated.

Have a good time, though.

l think maybe y'all are just a little bit jealous

'cause l've got a date. Do any of you?

Oh. Didn't think so. So...shut up.

Okay. See y'all...tomorrow.

Bye.

Hey, Ray, could you drop me off? l don't wanna walk home tonight.

Yeah.

You gonna be able to come tomorrow night, Clancy?

l gotta see what's goin' on around here.

Alright.

l'll let you know.

Alright.

Bye.

Hey, call me in the mornin'.

Shotgun!

See you later, Clancy.

You don't know what the hell you're talkin' about...!

l'm not going to talk about it when you're drinkin'!

You don't know a goddam thing!

Go on to bed!

l'm not talkin' to you about it any more!

Would you like a piece of pie?

What kind do you have today, Skillet?

We got chocolate, pecan, lemon meringue...chess...

and strawberry.

l'll have a piece of the chess with a cup 'a Sanka.

Roland won't have any, what with his diabetes and all.

Alright. Thank you.

l'm sorry you can't have any pie.

Hon, get me a chess pie, table five.

You know l'm responsible for many of his hit songs, don't ya?

l wrote most of 'em.

ls that right, Buzz?

You ever heard of ''Jailhouse Rock''?

Well, of course.

l wrote it.

You don't say.

''Blue Christmas''?

You write that, too?

Yep. And the ''Hound Dog''.

You did not write that song.

l most certainly did.

Elvis gave me these boots for writin' that one.

Hey, Buzz. Hi, Danny.

Hi, Melora. How are ya, Clancy?

Good.

Melora, you get better-lookin' every time l see ya.

When are you gonna run away with me?

Today, probably.

Well, let's get goin'.

Okay. You call my mother and tell her l'm leavin' town with you

and then she'll call your wife and kids and tell them.

Hey, Buzz, you ever gonna give me those boots?

Autographed on the right heel, you know.

Yeah.

What would y'all like, sugar?

l want a grilled pimento cheese and a sweet tea and some pickles.

How 'bout you, hon?

An order of macaroni and cheese and a Mr. Pibb and some pickles.

Gimme a pen, Skillet.

lt's the only one l got, hon.

lt's the only one l need, sugar.

Did you ask Virginia for her car yet?

No. She's playin' bridge today. We'll get it tonight, don't worry.

Did you see the marquee down at the Capri today?

Have they put it up?

From what l've heard,

the movie starts next week, but Clay is...

down there right now puttin' up the sign.

He just had his vegetable plate here.

Clancy, let's go look at it.

Well, Athylene Tucker just had her tuna cup,

and she told me rumor has it

that Sondra might be comin' to town for the Horse Show.

Oh, my God.

She's really comin' back to Shelbyville?

That's what l heard from Athylene.

And she seems to know most everything that goes on around here.

Mama, can l borrow the car?

Mama? Can l have the car?

Do what?

Can we borrow the car tonight?

What in God's name for?

We wanna go to Nashville.

Go to Nashville?

Mm hm.

And why in the world would you want to go to Nashville

at this godforsaken hour of the night?

Well, 'cause we want to go do somethin'. There's nothin' to do here.

Well, by all means, Melora,

take my car that l have worked my fingers to the bone to keep,

and drive to Nashville with a carload of kids.

Mama, come on.

You just go ahead and do what you want to do.

Don't be bothered with anyone else's concerns at all.

Okay, Mama, forget it. Okay? We won't go.

We will just sit here and we will stare at the walls all night. Fine.

No, you go on.

And be sure and wreck the car and kill all those kids,

so l can live with that the rest of my life.

Thank you, Mama.

We'll be fine. l promise...

we won't be late. And l won't let anybody else drive.

Bye.

l swear.

l am so excited. We have to meet her. l mean, do y'all know what this means?

This could change our lives.

Oh, Melora. How?

Well - Melora, she is not gonna just pick you up

and take you to Hollywood and put you in a movie. She's just not.

She might.

Okay...well, that really doesn't help a whole lot now, does it?

What are we doin' tonight?

Let's go see ''Rocky Horror''. We can make the late show.

We have seen ''Rocky Horror'' thirty-eight times. Let's go dancin'.

Oh! Oh! Please, let's go to The Warehouse and dance!

Mm hm, c'mon!

We don't have any lD's to get in The Warehouse.

l know. Let's go to the Hyatt Regency downtown

and ride the elevators.

-Yeah! -For cryin' out loud, y'all.

Let's go to The Warehouse and boogie. We will get in. Just let me handle it.

Now, Bobbie...how do you think you're gonna get us in to a gay disco?

Ray, don't worry 'bout it.

Oh, Melora!

Oh my God, Ray!

Go!

Hey, y'all, let's go look for monkey-woman.

There is no such thing as monkey-woman, y'all.

Uh huh. l've seen her.

ln the mirror, maybe.

Shut up!

lf we mess up the front of Mama's car, we will all be in trouble.

We won't mess up Virginia's car. Who's goin' first?

-l will! -l'm next!

Me, next!

Come on, Clancy! Whoo!

Bobbie, be careful!

Come on!

Careful! ?

Whoo! Come on, get in! Come on!

l know. This is so scary. Don't look up my dress.

Bobbie, l just looked up your dress.

You're a pervert. Okay. Am l centered? Alright!

Try to be careful, Bobbie!

Come on! Let's go!

Remember what happened last time.

Let's go! Whoo!

Let's go! Go! Whoo! Whoo! Who-hoooo-... -ooooooo! Yeah! Whoo!

Whoo, come on!