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Nashville (1975) Poster

(1975)

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Barbara Jean: [she finishes singing a song at her concert] Thank you. I wanna tell you all a little secret which you might not know, and that is that last night I thanked my lucky stars that I could be here at all to sing for ya. I heard on the radio this little boy, nine years old. Sometimes a deejay'll play a tune and ask everybody to phone in and say how they like it. I was listenin', and this little nine-year-old called in. The song had voices in the background, like the way they use backup voices these days, soundin' like little munchkins. He called up, the deejay said, "How old are you, son?" The boy said, "I'm nine, and I think it's gonna be a hit. " The deejay said, "Why?" "Because it had those chipmunks in it. " And I thought that was so cute, because, well, I can sing like a munchkin myself. I'm real fond of The Wizard of Oz. Plus, I live out, you know, just a ways off of Interstate on the road to Chattanooga. So you can see why I kinda related to that. I think me and the boys are gonna strike up another tune for you now. Let's go, boys. I think there's a storm... seems like it's a-brewin'. That's what my grandaddy used to say before he lost his hearin'. Once he got deaf, he never talked much no more. 'Cept sometimes he'd say "Oh, gosh" or "Durn it" or "My word!" My granny'd go around clickin' her teeth to the radio all day. Boy, was she a lot of fun, and cooked my favorite, roast beef. She was a sweetheart. She raised chickens too. She, um... Did you ever hear a chicken sound? You know how chickens go? Here, chick, chick, chick. Here, chick, chick, chick. Anyway, I guess we'd better strike up this tune before it's too late. Okay, boys. The first job I ever really got... Grandma... She's the one who clacked her false teeth to the radio. She taught my mama how to sing, and my mama taught me. One time she took me, 'cause we was gonna get a new Frigidaire. She took me to the Frigidaire store where the man was advertisin'. This record was goin' 'round, and Mama told him I knew how to sing. He said, "If she learns this tune, I'll give y'all a quarter. " So Mama and I went home... And then what happened? Let's see, I think... Uh, yeah. We went home and I learned both sides of the record in half an hour. We went back and told him that I'd learned 'em, and he said, "Let me hear," so I sang both sides of the record instead of just one. So he gave us cents, and we went across the street and had us a soda. Ever since then I been workin'. I don't... I think ever since then I been workin' and doin' my... - Come on, come on. - Supportin'myself. Anyway...

Barnett: [comes up on stage and starts to pull her from the microphone] Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Barbara Jean: Am I all right? Am I all right?

Barnett: Oh, you're fine, darlin'.

[he guides her offstage]

Opal: [speaking into a micro recorder as she walks through a school bus parking lot] The buses! The buses are empty and look almost menacing, threatening, as so many yellow dragons watching me with their hollow, vacant eyes. I wonder how many little black and white children have yellow nightmares, their own special brand of fear for the yellow peril... Damn it, it's got to be more... positive. No, more negative! Start again. Yellow is the color of caution. No. Yellow is the color of cowardice. Yellow is the color of sunshine. And yet I see very little sunshine in the lives of all the little black and white children. I see their lives, rather, as a study in grayness, a mixture of black and... Oh, Christ, no. That's fascist. Yellow! Yellow, yellow, yellow. Yellow fever...

Opal: Let me see. Um, have you any children?

Linnea Reese: Yes, I have two children. I have a boy and a girl.

Opal: Oh, isn't that nice. How old are they?

Linnea Reese: Twelve and eleven.

Opal: Do they want to be singers like their mummy?

Linnea Reese: Uh, well, my children are deaf. They're... They are deaf. They were born deaf.

Opal: Oh, my God, how awful. It's so depressing.

Linnea Reese:

  • Now, just a minute. That's not so. I wish you could see my boy.


Opal: Oh, I couldn't.

Linnea Reese: He has the most incredible personality.

Opal: It's the sadness of it.

Opal: [In an automobile junkyard] I'm wandering in a graveyard. The dead here have no crosses, nor tombstones, nor wreaths to sing of their past glory, but lie in rotting, decaying, rusty heaps, their innards ripped out by greedy, vulturous hands. Their vast, vacant skeletons... sadly sighing to the sky. The rust on their bodies... is the color of dried blood. Dried blood. I'm reminded of... of an elephant's secret burial ground. Yes. Cette aire de mystère. Cette essence de I'irréel. These cars are trying to communicate. O cars, are you trying to tell me something? Are you trying to convey to me some secret...

Kenny Fraiser: What... Excuse me?

Opal: Oh, excuse me! I thought I was completely alone. How embarrassing. Oh, you're a musician!

Hal Philip Walker: Who do you think is running Congress? Farmers? Engineers? Teachers? Businessmen? No, my friends. Congress is run by lawyers. A lawyer is trained for two things and two things only. To clarify - that's one. And to confuse - that's the other. He does whichever is to his client's advantage. Did you ever ask a lawyer the time of day? He told you how to make a watch, didn't he? Ever ask a lawyer how to get to Mr. Jones' house in the country? You got lost, didn't you? Congress is composed of five hundred and thirty-five individuals. Two hundred and eighty-eight are lawyers. And you wonder what's wrong in Congress. No wonder we often know how to make a watch, but we don't know the time of day.

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Barbara Jean: [after singing a song] For Momma and Daddy.

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Bill: You're supposed to wear the blue dress when I wear this.

Mary: I don't want to dress like twins anymore.

Bill: We're not twins. We're a trio.

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Bill: Is this just network or is it, uh...?

John Triplette: No, it's better, it's really better than network. It's going to be syndicated, so I mean, hell, they're going to be showing it for a year and a half

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Star: You look like a guy I was in the navy with. He wouldn't bathe, so we had to pee in his bed to get him discharged.

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Connie White: You're English, aren't you?

Julie Christie: Yes.

Connie White: [proudly] I could tell.

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Opal: I'm Opal, from the BBC!

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Barnett: [In Barbara Jean's hospital room] Now, where's Barnett goin'? Where am I goin'? Hmm?

Barbara Jean: King of the Road.

Barnett: Why am I goin' there?

Barbara Jean: To see Connie.

Barnett: And why am I doin' that?

Barbara Jean: To thank her for singin' at the Opry.

Barnett: Now, who am I doin' that for?

Barbara Jean: You're doin' it for me.

Barnett: That's right. Now, I'm walkin' out now. What do you say as I walk out? You say bye-bye.

Barbara Jean: Bye.

Barnett: Bye-bye.

Barbara Jean: Bye-bye...

[He leaves her]

Barbara Jean: ... Barnett?

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Haven Hamilton: Y'all take it easy now. This isn't Dallas, it's Nashville! They can't do this to us here in Nashville! Let's show them what we're made of. Come on everybody, sing! Somebody, sing!

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Howard K. Smith: [on a television news broadcast] Little more than a year ago, a man named Hal Phillip Walker excited a group of college students with some questions. "Have you stood on a high and windy hill and heard the acorns drop and roll? Have you walked in the valley beside the brook, walked alone and remembered? Does Christmas smell like oranges to you?" Within a commencement speech, such questions were fitting, perhaps, but hardly the material with which to launch a presidential campaign. Even those who pay close attention to politics probably saw Hal Phillip Walker and his Replacement Party as a bit of frost on the hillside. Summer, if not late spring, would surely do away with all that. Well, now that summer, along with presidential primaries, is heavy upon us and the frost is still there, perhaps we should take a closer look. Hal Phillip Walker is, in a way, a mystery man. Out of nowhere with a handful of students and scarcely any pros, he's managed to win three presidential primaries and is given a fighting chance to take a fourth - Tennessee. A win in that state would take on added significance, for only once in the last fifty years has Tennessee failed to vote for the winning presidential candidate. No doubt many Americans, especially party-liners, wish that Hal Phillip Walker would go away, disappear like the natural frost and come again at some more convenient season. But wherever he may be going, it seems sure that Hal Phillip Walker is not going away. For there is genuine appeal, and it must be related to the raw courage of this man. Running for President, willing to battle vast oil companies, eliminate subsidies to farmers, tax churches, abolish the Electoral College, change the National Anthem, and remove lawyers from government - especially from Congress. Well at this point, it would be wise to say most of us don't know the answer to Hal Phillip Walker. But to answer one of his questions, as a matter of fact, Christmas has always smelled like oranges to me.

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Marthe aka "L. A. Joan": Hi, Tom, could you sign my record?

Tom Frank: You better get off that diet before you ruin yourself.

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Albuquerque: Now, if we don't -- we don't live peaceful, there's gonna be nothin' left in our graves except Clorox bottles and plastic fly swatters with red dots on 'em.

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Opal: I need something like this for my documentary. I need it. It's... It's America. Those cars smashing into each other... and all those mangled corpses...

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Opal: [speaking about the Hamiltons' country house] This is Bergman. Pure, unadulterated Bergman. Of course, the people are all wrong for Bergman, aren't they?

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Lady Pearl: Mister, uh, Triplette. Now I'm real sorry ol' Delbert went and told you Haven would appear at the political rally. He knows better'n that. Well, we never let Haven Hamilton take sides, politically.

Haven Hamilton: You understand we give contributions to ever'body. And they are not puny contributions.

Lady Pearl: Only time I ever went hog-wild, around the bend, was for the Kennedy boys. But they were different.

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Opal: Good Lord love a duck!

Bud Hamilton: This is a choir... a black choir... from, uh, part of... from Fisk University here in town.

Opal: Good Lord! The lady singing is... is she a missionary?

Bud Hamilton: No, she's not. She's a gospel singer. She's the wife of our attorney.

Opal: I was making a documentary in Kenya... and there was this marvelous woman who was a missionary. That's why I asked if she was a missionary. She was sensational. She was converting Kukuyos by the dozens. She was trying to convert Masais. Of course, they were hopeless. They have their own sort of religion. Look at that. That rhythm is fantastic. It's funny... You can tell it's come down in the genes... through ages and ages and hundreds of years, but it's there. I mean, take off those robes and one is in... in... in darkest Africa. I can just see their naked, frenzied bodies... dancing to the beat of... Do they carry on like that in church?

Bud Hamilton: Depends on which church you go to.

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Albuquerque: See, what happened is, he made a million dollars on a fly swatter, because it had a red dot in the center.

Star: Fly swatter?

Albuquerque: That's right. Just a red dot. He was sittin' in the buffet, he was eatin', and he saw a woman and she was swattin' flies. And, uh, she... Uh, he said, "What makes the difference in fly swatters?" 'Cause it has to do with the industrial revolution.

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Albuquerque: Well, I know it sounds arrogant, but I'm on my way to town, if I ever make it, to become a country-western singer or star.

Kenny Fraiser: Yeah? What are you gonna do if you don't?

Albuquerque: If I don't? I don't kn... Oh, I could always go into sales.

Kenny Fraiser: Like ladies' clothes? Like what you're wearing?

Albuquerque: No... I don't know. Well, I know all about trucks, so I'd go into trucking, I guess.

Kenny Fraiser: You're kidding me.

Albuquerque: No, I'm not kiddin' you. I'm in a truck enough. And I know how to fix motors and all that.

Kenny Fraiser: Nobody'd buy trucks from a girl.

Albuquerque: I been fixin' motors a long time. They'd buy 'em from me 'cause I know all about motors. Why do you say that? See, what's happenin' is, if I can't sell trucks and I can't go...

Kenny Fraiser: Nobody'd buy a truck from a girl.

Albuquerque: [Spots her husband's truck] I knew this was gonna happen. Don't say you saw me.

[Runs off]

Star: Hey, you haven't seen my wife, have ya? She's sort of ordinary-lookin'.

Kenny Fraiser: Uh-uh. Are you going into town?

Star: You're not one of them country singers, are ya?

Kenny Fraiser: No. Can you give me a ride?

Star: All right, get in. You look like a guy I was in the navy with. He wouldn't bathe, so we had to pee in his bed to get him discharged.

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Opal: God, I thought I was in Israel. I don't know why. Certainly not the decor, was it? Must have been dreaming. I was there for about a year on a kibbutz. I was feeling very romantic about that kind of socialism at the time. I thought I'd like to have a bash at it.

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Haven Hamilton: I don't know who you are or what you're doing here, but I will not tolerate rudeness in the presence of a star...

[pauses, glances at Eliot Gould]

Haven Hamilton: Two stars.

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Barnett: Do I tell you how to sing, darlin'? Hmm? Have I ever told you how to sing a song?

Barbara Jean: That ain't the point. I know why you're goin' over there.

Barnett: Don't tell me how to run your life. I been doin' pretty good with it.

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Haven Hamilton: What a surprise. Julie Christie.

Connie White: Who's Julie Christie?

Haven Hamilton: Who's Julie Christie? She's a star. She's won an Academy Award.

Connie White: Oh!

Haven Hamilton: No, I'm not kiddin'. For one of those pictures. I don't know which one. She's done so many.

Connie White: Isn't he a gem? He's got the worst sense of humor.

Haven Hamilton: No, she's lovely.

Connie White: Oh, come on. She can't even comb her hair.

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Opal: Oh, you've got a Hal Phillip Walker button. No, it's Kennedy. Isn't that rather ancient? Strange. I thought that everybody in the South didn't go for Kennedy.

Lady Pearl: It's John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Well, he, he took the whole South except for Tennessee, Florida, Kentucky. And there's a reason he didn't take Tennessee but he got 481,453 votes and the asshole got 556,577 votes...

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Lady Pearl: Now the problem we got here is anti-Catholicism. These dumb-heads around here - they're all Baptists and whatever, I don't know. Even to teach 'em to make change over at the bar, you gotta crack their skulls, let alone to teach 'em to vote for the Catholic just because he happens to be the better man...

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Lady Pearl: All I remember, the next few days was us just lookin' at that TV set and seein' that great fat-bellied sheriff sayin' 'Ruby, you son of a bitch.' And Oswald. And her in her little pink suit...

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Lady Pearl: And then comes Bobby. Oh, I worked for him. I worked here, I worked all over the country, I worked out in California, out in Stockton. Well, Bobby came here and spoke and he went down to Memphis and then he even went out to Stockton California and spoke off the Santa Fe train at the old Santa Fe depot. Oh, he was a beautiful man. He was not much like John, you know. He was more puny-like. But all the time I was workin' for him, I was just so scared - inside, you know, just scared.

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Opal: Have you been in Vietnam?

Pfc. Glenn Kelly: Huh?

[Nods]

Opal: Yes, you have. I can tell by your face. Was it awful?

Pfc. Glenn Kelly: It was kinda... hot and wet.

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Wade: What's the matter with you? Ain't you gonna talk to me? Did it go all right?

Sueleen Gay: Oh, Wade.

Wade: What?

Sueleen Gay: I had to do me a striptease tonight in front of all those men... in order to get to sing at the Parthenon with Barbara Jean.

Wade: Oh, shit, Sueleen, I... That's dreadful! That's terrible, girl! I mean... I don't know how to tell you this, but I been meanin' to... you can't sing. You may as well face the fact you cannot sing. You ain't never gon' be no star. I wish you'd give it up. They gon' kill ya. They gon' tear your heart out if you keep on. They gon' walk on your soul, girl.

Sueleen Gay: What are you talkin' about?

Wade: You can't sing. Do you understand that?

Sueleen Gay: Yeah? You wanna make a bet? You wanna come to the Parthenon and watch me sing with Barbara Jean?

Wade: I am leavin' for Detroit Wednesday.

Sueleen Gay: You just come and watch, Wade.

Wade: I'm leavin' for Detroit, and if you wanna go you just come on. They gonna kill you in this town.

Sueleen Gay: Well, you come and see.

Wade: They gon' use you. You know that.

Sueleen Gay: Bye, Wade.

[Leaves]

Wade: Dumb bitch. I don't know why I stick around. She just makes me so goddamn mad I could spit.

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