ma'am.
-What do I say to him?
Tell him if he wants to keep his shoes
under your bed, he better straighten up.
Okay, I'll tell him.
Yes? What would you like?
I'd like to see you again.
I'd like you and Tommy to come out
to the place.
Or we could do whatever you want to do.
I know it's got to be different.
I think I understand you. I want to.
I want to try.
Please.
Ready on the side of tomatoes.
God damn it, Alice, I said please.
Well, big deal!
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Just because you have good manners...
doesn't mean
I suddenly turn into Dale Evans.
-Did I ever say that?
-You don't need to say it.
I want you and Tommy with me.
What the hell do you want?
I sure as hell don't want to hear
you two fighting for the next 10 years...
I'll tell you that.
That's between me and Tommy.
What about you?
I want to sing. I want to be a singer.
I am a singer.
Anything I do from now on
has got to include that.
How good are you?
I'm as good as I am. That's how good I am.
Sounds like one hell of a gamble to me.
-Sure it's worth it?
-Yes.
Yes, I am. Definitely.
Feels like fall today.
What about Monterey? Is that part of it?
-David, you just don't understand.
-God damn it! Explain it.
I was happy in Monterey, you dummy!
You were a little girl in Monterey.
You could be happy here.
Sure.
But I'm not gonna let anybody
stop me this time.
Who's stopping you?
Pack your bags. I'll take you to Monterey.
I don't give a damn about that ranch.
All right.
All right?
-All right, can I have some more coffee?
-All right.
Mom, when we get to Monterey,
will you let me write to Audrey?
I think Audrey's a little mature for you.
I don't think she's mature.
I think she's nice.
Mom, when are we going?
School starts in two weeks.
Yeah, I know. Look, honey...
I know I promised I'd get you to Monterey
before school starts.
If I don't, Monterey isn't the only town
in this country that's got a school.
-I might get to go to school here?
-Maybe.
Great!
You mean, you won't mind
if we don't get to Monterey?
It wasn't my idea. It was your idea.
Thank God.
I mean, if I'm going to be a singer,
I can be a singer anywhere, right?
You really love David, don't you?
Yep, I do.
I like him, too.
I just hate his taste in music.
You always said
you could fight with somebody...
and still like them.
Now you're using your old noggin.
Thanks, pal.
My boy.
Mom, I can't breathe.Wait. No, wait. I can do that better.
I can sing better than Alice Faye.
-I swear to Christ I can.
-Allie!
Alice Graham, you get in this house...
before I beat the living daylights
out of you. Do you hear me?
You wait and see.
And if anybody doesn't like it,
they can blow it out their ass.
For God's sake,
do something about that kid!
Turn that damn thing down!
I'm sorry, Don.
Now keep it off.
You're going to drive us deaf.
Do you want me to have a fight with him?
How are we supposed to have
a meaningful family relationship...
when he's on the verge of killing you
half the time?
And why do we have to have
Mott the Hoople 24 hours a day?
Maybe if I had a Kitty Kallen record.
Am I lucky?
I don't know. I'm an okay sort of person.
How did I get such a smart-ass kid?
You got pregnant.
The mouth. The mouth on him.
Honey, dinner will be ready
in about 30 minutes.
Whatever you say. You're the cook.
Come on and help me clear up the table.
What are you doing on the floor, kid?
Act like you got good sense.
Thanks a lot.
Harold wasn't home.
Good. You're just in time
for some peach shortcake.
-Let him finish his dinner first.
-He doesn't want any more dinner.
But he wants that old sugar crap,
don't he?
I hope this is good, now.
Alice, what the hell have you done
to the coffee?
I didn't do anything to the coffee.
Doesn't it taste good?
It tastes like hell.
Mine tastes all right.
Oh, God, it's salty.
-You think that's supposed to be funny?
-What do you mean?
You know what I mean.