Cassie: Sure is nice being up bright and early to take in the new day.
Ben: Yeah. That's what they say. Where are we anyways?
Cassie: Life In Hell, Kentucky. By the way, did I ever thank you? Because it would be way too comfortable for me and my banged up body to be in a nice, warm bus taking us directly where we need to be going.
Ben: We're married, you know. That's supposed to count for something.
Cassie: He's a nice guy. So we talked. It wasn't like I kissed him or anything, jeez.
Ben: Yeah, whatever.
[gets up, picks up a rock]
Cassie: [after a pause] Jealousy. It's a good quality to have in a husband. Unless, of course, he gets overly possessive.
Ben: Okay, why don't you just rest your tired ass and let me make the calls for a little while.
Cassie: Tired ass? Where's that sweet, innocent youth I used to know?
Ben: Don't you worry about it, he's in here somewhere.
Cassie: Well, he better be.
[Ben throws rock]
Henderson: Do you, Ben...
Cassie: Benjamin Reynolds.
Henderson: Benjamin Reynolds, take this young woman...
Cassie: Cassie Kennington.
Henderson: [Henderson wipes eyes, takes off hat] Do both of you promise to treat each other with dignity and love until one or the other drops dead?
Cassie: I do.
[looks at Ben]
Ben: I do.
Henderson: [Henderson, Cassie, and Ben put their hands in the center and "break"] Well, looks like you're both married now.
Ben: [looks at Cassie, laughs nervously and grins] That's great.
Cassie: [whispers] Oh, the ring.
[Ben gets a straightened paper clip and wraps it around her finger, then pats her hand]
Henderson: Congratulations to you both.
Cassie: Well, I feel good about this whole thing.
Cassie: How about you?
Henderson: [grins again] Yeah. I feel good about it.
[Cassie looks at Ben and their eyes meet]
Ben: [nervously] Uh, well, I don't have a lot to compare it to, but, uh, yeah...
Ben: I feel good.
Henderson: Oh and if you wanna kiss the bride, you can do that now, 'cause I forgot to say it.
Cassie: The real question is why you're putting it in such a negative context. Yes, I am withdrawing somewhat, but is that a sin?
Ben: Great. Take a major problem, even though you won't tell me what it is, and turn it into one of your brainy discussions.
Cassie: Oh. Is that your opinion? You did finish seventh grade, so I want to give it the way it deserves.
Ben: And you graduated from Harvard, right?
Cassie: [sitting up a little straighter and looking angry] Okay, cowboy. Wanna play?
Ben: [also sitting up straighter] I'm not exactly sure what we're playing here, but yeah, let's go.
Cassie: It's all about introspection. And concepts which you are no doubt unable to digest at this point in your narrow-minded and sheltered pathetic life!
[turns away and folds her arms]
Ben: [pause] Go screw yourself.
[turns off light]
Cassie: [after small pause] Ben?
Cassie: [leaning in a little closer] Are you mad at me?
Cassie: Well, I don't like it.
Ben: Then start talking to me like a real person.
Cassie: [remorsefully] I told you I was flawed when we met.
Ben: Cass, everybody's flawed. Just in different ways.
Cassie: [cuddles up next to Ben] I'm so sorry.
Ben: [kisses the top of her head] It's okay.
Cassie: That was one goddamn doozy of an accident, that's for sure.
[Ben turns suddenly away]
Cassie: You never heard anyone cuss before?
Ben: Well yeah, but... not from a girl.
Cassie: Well, I'm very flawed. Extremely flawed, if you want to know the truth.
Ben: [after Cassie wakes up from a particularly detailed nightmare] You took it as long as you could, Cass. You can't blame yourself for that.
[puts his hand on her cheek]
Cassie: There are good parts to them too.
[pauses, then looks down, tears sparkling in her eyes]
Ben: [after a brief pause] Cass?
Cassie: [looks up] Yeah?
Ben: Let's go.
Cassie: [whispering] Ben, I'm sick. When you kill two people it makes you sick.
Ben: [sniffs] Look, I'm going to take you out of here, and... well, worry about everything later, okay?
Cassie: [nods] Okay.
[pause, then Cassie leans her head against Ben's hand, where Ben strokes her cheek gently with his thumb]
Cassie: [smiling after she sees Ben watching her take off her jacket] Don't worry. I'm not ready to have sex yet.
Ben: [wakes up and sees Cassie by his bed] Jesus!
Cassie: You're not screwing with me, are you?
Cassie: You seem to like me, which is fine because I like you too. But if you're acting like you do because my parents are dead and you feel sorry for me, then that's just bullshit.
[Ben stares at Cassie for a few moments]
Cassie: [waving her hand in front of his face] Hello?
Ben: No, I'm not screwing with you. I like you too.
Ben: [on Cassie's breakdown] I guess I hoped that when she woke up, things would be okay. But I was wrong. She had gone over this edge, and no one knew how to get her back. I didn't know what to do or where to go.
Cassie: [to her aunt and uncle, about needing a double mattress] Y'know with my legs stiffening up sometimes and the two of us being married and all.
Cassie's Uncle: You're married?
Cassie's Aunt: That must be what kids call going steady these days.
Ben: No, we're actually married.
[Cassie smiles and displays her "ring"]
Cassie's Aunt: [looking a little confused] Was it a large wedding?
Cassie: Oh, about twenty or thirty head. Mostly hogs and some sows.
Ben: Oh, and pigs.
Cassie: Yes, there were several pigs in attendence as well.
Cassie's Aunt: [still looking confused] Well, I guess we'll get you a double mattress then.
Ben: [after Cassie wakes up from a nightmare] You were screaming.
Cassie: [Cassie gets a drink of water and lays back down, still panting] It's late. You should get back to bed.
Waitress: So, what can I get you little chickens this morning? Some silver dollar pancakes? Or some piggies in a blanket, I bet?
Ben: Two coffees, both black.
Cassie: How much do we owe you? For room and board and water.
Henderson: Hmm... well, waking up to the smell of pig shit ought to do it.
Cassie: How much did you get?
Cassie: Well, at least that's $25 more than we had before.
Ben: That's true.
Ben: When I look back, I think it's my fault. Not that I couldn't figure out why she was sad, but not seeing how incredibly sad she really was.
Cassie: See, a real plan is more than just some pipe dream.
Ben: Pipe dream?
Cassie: A pipe dream is an unrealistic fantasy that deludes oneself into thinking that it's an actual plan. It's a very popular expression. I'm surprised you've never heard of it before.
Ben: I didn't say I'd never heard it.
Cassie: Anyway, a real plan is an actual goal that you believe in enough to create a set of circumstances. Which leads you to, and into, a plan. Comprende?
Ben: Where do you come up with this stuff? I mean, what part of your brain works so hard it makes you think and talk like that?
Cassie: My father was a professor with a very wide vocabulary and lots of unique ideas. When he wasn't teaching his students, he taught me.
Ben: So what does your mom do?
Cassie: [after a pause] She never did anything.
[blinks, then turns and walks away from him]
Ben: [picks up their bags and follows her, regretting he said anything] You know, I think most of what you say is true.
[Cassie turns and tilts her head at him]
Ben: Some I just don't understand. But I also think you like to screw with people's heads.
Cassie: I may be wrong sometimes. But I won't ever screw with your head. Ever.
Ben: Me too. Ever.
[Cassie smiles and nods]
Ben: [in the hospital visiting Cassie]
Ben: It's time to go.
Cassie: [pause, then looks at him with dark circles under her eyes] Is that the plan?
Ben: Yeah. That's the plan.
Cassie: What if I'm really, really tired?
[pause, then she kisses his cheek and lays against him and goes to sleep]
Ben: [narrating] I'm just a kid, there's a lot I don't know. But one thing I do know, is that my folks should never have married. And they definitely should never had a kid.