Take it on down to the house! Come on!
Hey, somebody's coming.
Company?
At a time like this?
It's Uncle Red!
Bubba!
Is he dead?
- Dead drunk. - Bubba! What in the world!
Let's get him on up into the house.
Whit, you bring in his grip.
- Where's his grip? - He don't have one. Just this guitar.
These are all the clothes he's got?
Where's he headed for without any clothes?
Without even a toothbrush!
Nashville.
A letter fell out of his coat while I was getting his clothes off.
I couldn't help but read the first couple of lines.
It was from somebody asking him to come and try out for the Grand Ole Opry.
The Grand Ole Opry?
But why didn't you say so sooner?
The letter, I really shouldn't have read it.
You shouldn't have, but as long as you did, you might have let us read it, too.
My God almighty! The Grand Ole Opry!
If Mama was only alive today to see what's become of her son now.
On second thought, maybe it's just as well.
Ruined.
All ruined.
Well, you've been wanting to go out to California.
But we should have gone before now, like I wanted to.
Now we don't have anything.
Every penny we had was tied up in this crop.
Whit!
Howard!
Marjorie, come on!
We got lots of work to do.
Can I clean the car?
All right.
Hey! How the hell are you, Hoss?
Boy, put 'er there. You're shooting up like a weed!
Thanks a lot for fixing that car. Any serious damage?
The oil pan's leaking a little.
Is it serious? Can I make it to Nashville?
So long you don't let it run out of oil.
It's true, then? You're gonna sing at the Grand Ole Opry?
I'm afraid it's just an audition. If that car gets me there in one piece.
It seems to have a mind of its own some of the time.
I wish your daddy would buy some ready-made cigarettes.
Get me my guitar.
Dust-cutter.
Real panther piss.
- Here, you want some? - No.
- The alcohol will kill the germs. - It ain't that.
It's Mama. If she knew I took a drink of whiskey, she'd have a hissy.
Well, what she don't know won't hurt her.
If you feel like getting up, come h