GK/HM: In the twilight glow I see her,
Blue eyes cryin' in the Rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet a-gain.
GK: Goodbye, darling.
HM (WEEPING): I can't believe I'll never see you again.
GK: I know. I can't believe it either.
HM: I'll always remember you. And your blue eyes.
GK: It's like a dying ember, isn't it.
HM: Only memories remain.
FN (OFF): IF YOU'RE DONE KISSING THAT MAN, DONNA LEE, GET OFF HIM SO I CAN SHOOT HIM. YOU HEAR? (DOGS WOOF)
HM: CAN'T YOU PLEASE LET HIM SMOKE A CIGARETTE BEFORE HE DIES, DADDY?
FN: OKAY, ONE CIGARETTE. BUT ONLY ONE.
HM: You want a cigarette?
GK: Well, I quit smoking years ago but I guess, under the circumstances, it doesn't matter.
HM: You want filtered or unfiltered?
GK: Unfiltered. What the heck. Live it up, huh.
HM: Here.
GK: Thanks. (FLICK LIGHTER, GK INHALES, EXHALES) Thanks. Oh, that tastes good.
HM: I should've told you about Daddy, I guess. He told me long ago that if I ever dated a Democrat, he would kill him. I thought he was just trying to scare me.
GK: Looks like he's serious.
HM: You could always switch, you know.
GK: And become a Republican?
HM: A lot of people have.
GK: But I feel very strongly about climate change and income inequality and the Affordable Care Act.
FN: DID I HEAR HIM SAY "OBAMACARE"??? GET AWAY FROM HIM, DONNA LEE. I'M'NA SHOOT HIM RIGHT NOW. LET'S SEE IF HIS OBAMACARE COVERS HIM BEING SHOT BY YOUR DADDY!!!!
HM: Let him smoke his cigarette, Daddy. ---
GK: You feel it? It's raining.
HM: Yes.
GK: I'm looking at you for the last time, sweetheart.
HM: I don't know. I think someday we'll meet and walk hand in hand in that land where there's no parting,
GK: I don't believe in that land, sweetheart. I'm Unitarian. I believe whatever heaven there is is on earth.
HM: You think this is heaven? Waco, Texas? I sure hope you are wrong. Would you like a little sip of bourbon before you die, darling?
GK: You wouldn't have Chardonnay, would you?
HM: Daddy won't allow white wine in the house. Liberals drink Chardonnay.
GK: Okay. I'll have bourbon then.
HM: I'll be right back. (FOOTSTEPS AWAY)
GK: Sir?????
FN: WHAT YOU WANT, COMMUNIST?
GK: What if I were to tell you that I'm a moderate Republican?
FN: A WHAT TYPE OF REPUBLICAN?
GK: Moderate, sir.
FN: AIN'T NO SUCH THING, MISTER.
GK: Okay. How about Libertarian?
FN: CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR!
GK: What about a fiscally conservative Independent?
FN: I OUGHTA SHOOT YOU RIGHT THIS SECOND! HOW COME YOU COME DOWN HERE TO TEXAS TRYING TO INFILTRATE MY FAMILY?? YOU MUST BE REALLY STUPID.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
HM: Here's your bourbon, sweetheart.
GK: Thanks. (SIPS, SHAKES CHEEKS) Wow. That is strong.
HM: I just can't believe that this is happening.
GK: Neither can I. I mean, I'm from up north. I don't care about football or barbecue or Willie Nelson. And here I am, in love with a Texas girl.
FN (OFF): STEP AWAY FROM THE PRISONER, DONNA LEE. PREPARE TO LOCK AND LOAD!
GK: Would you do me one kind favor, Donna Lee? Would you see that this letter gets to my mother Ivy? Ivy Walz. St. Cloud, Minnesota. She's in the phone book. Please.
FN: Did I hear you say something about Ivy, Communist??
GK: Yes, sir.
FN: I used to know an Ivy. Ivy Walz, her name was.
GK: That's my mother, sir.
FN: I thought your blue eyes looked like hers. Well, I will be ------ from Minnesota.....
GK: Yes, sir.
FN: Well, I can't shoot him, Donna Lee. His mama was the first girl I loved. Back when I was a Democrat. I never could forget her. But she couldn't take the heat down here and I couldn't take the cold up there. So we parted. But I believe we'll walk hand in hand again someday. So-----
you're free Communist.
GK: Marry me, Donna Lee.
HM: I don't think so, darling.
GK: Why not? You love me.
HM: I can't. Because of what you said about Willie Nelson.
GK:I like some of what he's done.
HM: It's his voice you don't like, isn't it. His accent.
GK: Well, he's no Tony Bennett.
HM: I am so sorry you feel that way. (THUNDER, LIGHTNING) Why look at that. It's raining.
GK: It's raining and I'm crying, darling.
TR (WILLIE): Well, I'm not crying. Hi, darling.
HM: Hi, Willie.
TR (WILLIE): Thanks for standing by me there. I'm 82, gonna be 83 next week, but I've got crazy arms and you've got lonely nights so we'll be okay.
TR/HM: Love is like a dying ember.
Only memories remain.
Through the ages, I'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain.