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: And uh... hey, while I think about it, how bout, uh, marryin' me? Laurey
: Gracious! What'd I want to marry you for? Curly
: Uh, well, I dunno, couldn't you maybe think up some reason why you might?
] There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, / There's a bright golden haze on the meadow. / The corn is as high as a elephant's eye, / And it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky. / Oh, what a beautiful mornin', / Oh, what a beautiful day! / I got a beautiful feelin' / Everything's goin' my way.
: Well, you got a gun, I see. Jud Fry
: Good 'un. Colt 45. Curly
: Oooeee, whatcha do with it? Jud Fry
: Shoot things. Curly
: Hey, that's a good lookin' rope you got there. You know Will Parker? Yeah, well he can sure spin a rope! That's a strong hook you got there, Judd. You could hang yourself on that. Jud Fry
: I could what? Curly
: Uh... hang yourself. It'd be as easy as falling of a log. In fact, you could stand on a log, or a chair if you'd rather. Right about here, see? Just put this here 'round your neck, tie that good up there first, of course, and all you'd have to do would be to fall off the log, or the chair, whichever you'd rather fall off of, and in five minutes or less with good luck you'd be... you'd be dead as a doornail. Jud Fry
: What do you mean by that? Curly
: Uh, well, then folks would come to your funeral and sing sad songs. Jud Fry
: [in disbelief
] Eh. Curly
: Oh, they would. Oh you never know how many people like you till you're dead!
] The farmer is a good and thrifty citizen, no matter what the cowman says or thinks! You'll seldom see him drinking in a barroom. Curly
] Unless somebody else is buying drinks!
: Curly, you're sittin' on a stove! Curly
: [yelps, jumps up, feels bottom, feels stove
] It's cold as a hunk a ice.
[curly and laurey laugh
: She likes you. Curly
: If she liked me any more she'd stick the dogs on me.
: Aunt Eller, where'd you get such an uppity niece that wouldn't pay no heed to me?
[thinks for a second
: Who's the best bronc buster in this 'ere territory? Aunt Eller
: You, I bet. Curly
: And the best bull-dogger in seventeen counties?
[waits for an answer
: Me, that's who. And looky here, I'm handsome, ain't I? Aunt Eller
: Purty as a pitcher. Curly
: And curly headed, ain't I? And bow-legged from the saddle for god knows how long, ain't I? Aunt Eller
: Couldn't stop a pig on the road! Curly
: Then what else does she want, the damn she mule?
: The preacher'd get up and he'd say, "Folks! We are gathered here to moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry, who hung himself up by a rope in the smokehouse." Then there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those womern. Then he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly feller! And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery pig stealer!" But the folks that really knowed him, knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore,
: there beat a heart as big as all outdoors. Jud Fry
] As big as all outdoors! Curly
] Jud Fry loved his feller man! Jud Fry
] He loved his feller man! Curly
] He loved the birds of the forest, and the beasts of the field! He loved the mice and the vermin of the barn, and he treated the rats like equals - which was right! And he loved little children! He loved everyone and everything in the whole world... only he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it.
: Who's that? Will Parker
: Aw, it's me, Laurey! Hey, have you seen Ado Annie? She's gone, again. Laurey
: Will? Will Parker
: Uh huh. Laurey
: Could you do something for me? Go and find Curly and tell him I'm here?
: I wanna see Curly real bad.
[Curly enters the corral, puts hands on hips
: I gotta see him real bad! Curly
: Then whyn't you turn around and look then, you crazy woman!
: [holding a sobbing Laurey
] Oh, you cry your eyes out!
: Hey Laurie? Please m-marry me? I uh, I uh, I just don't know what I'm gonna do if you don't.
: If she liked me any more, she'd sic the dogs on me.
: Curly! You're sittin' on the stove! Curly
[Jumps up, feels the stove
: Cold as a hunk of ice. Laurey
: Wish it would've burned a hole in your pants.
: [to Jud
] How did you get to be the way you air
: anyhow? A-sittin' up here in this filthy hole
[referring to the smokehouse
: ? Why don't you do something healthy once in a while, instead of staying shut up here, a-crawlin' and a-festerin'?
] There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, There's a bright golden haze on the meadow. The corn is as high as a elephant's eye, And it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky. Oh, what a beautiful mornin', Oh, what a beautiful day! I got a beautiful feelin' Everything's goin' my way.