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call me Sam.

I am a writer of literature.

I started writing
the day my grandfather

sent my mom and me into exile,

a day when most human beings

would wallow in self pity.

I chose this moment
to honor my calling.

So this is my story,

and unlike other writers
of literature

I won't skip the good parts.

Samuel.

Daddy, don't pull the
plantation master act with Sam.

He's innocent.

Nothing you touch is innocent.

One more mistake,

and the boy goes to
the custer military academy.

Are those implications clear?

Oh, yes, your daddy ship.

Sam, come. Bring the cards.

Sam: Caspar claimed we were
being exiled for our own good.

What a load of crap.

The truth is, he was
planning to run for governor,

and the thought of Lydia
on the loose

scared the wadding out of him.

Do you know why I'm sending
you and your mom to Wyoming?

'Cause Lydia messed up again?

You know, there comes a time

when you have to set
aside all childish things.

But...

Don't but grandpa.

Go ahead. Throw 'em in.

Sam: I had a good mind
to go to Wyoming and croak.

Then he'd really be sorry.

Good boy. Good boy.

Sam Callahan lay close to death.

In a cruel twist of fate,
giving him comfort

was the most beautiful nurse
he had ever seen.

I'm sorry. He's
not going to make it.

Sam. I'm sorry that I
shipped you and your mom

out into the wilderness when
you needed to be home most of all.

Could you forgive me
before you die, Sam?

Lydia: Hold on, sugar.

I... can't.

So what did you do to
hack caspar off so much?

Not a thing.

Not one iota of misconduct.

You told me about the Cuban

and the strip show
on the sailboat.

Now, is this one so bad

that you can't tell me about it?

Just think what
I'm liable to imagine?

I'm as innocent as snow.

Sam: When Horace greeley
said, "go west, young man,"

I don't think this is
what he had in mind.

Lydia drove 2,000 miles
with the top down.

She had no concept
of altitude or temperature

and couldn't read a map,
so I navigated.

We'd made an oath that
grandpa would never separate us.

So as we drove further
and further from home,

it felt like we
were orphans together,

and the first southerners
ever lost in Wyoming.

First boy: Play.

Second boy: Come on, Jimmy.

Hey, sissy boy.

This one's for you, honey.

Third boy:
Get ready for this one.

Whoa!

Second boy: He's not
going to get it.

Go get it. Go get
it. Run! Come on.

First girl: Look out!

Hey, watch it!

Sharp move, pinhead.

Attention, students and faulty.

The pep rally for Friday's
football game

will be after second period.

At 2 P.M. today, we will
conduct our a-bomb drill.

Remember, students,
duck and cover.

Hi.

I'm Howard stebbins.

Sam Callahan.

Ok, gang.

Open huckleberry Finn to page 47

and go on to twain's
brilliant use of negro dialect.

Brilliant, my eye.

No one talks like that.

Well, why do you suppose
twain wrote in dialect

if no one talks like that?

He wanted huck to seem stupid

and Jim even stupider.

I've heard southern
accents on TV,

and no one talks like that.

Well, huck is from Missouri,
which isn't the south.

Heh, whoop-di-do.

We know that Mark twain
was one of the great proponents

of equal rights for all.

Now, we appreciate that here
in the equality state.

Well, yeah,
but twain hated Jews.

Are you Jewish?

No.

Well, how do you know
he hated Jews?

Well, I can read.

How can you say that
when you hate negroes?

I don't hate negroes.

But you're from the south.

Everyone in the south
hates negroes.

You can't deny it.

We can't stay here, mom.

Our relationship is based
on mutual respect, Sam.

You must never fling in my face

the fact that I'm a mother.

These kids are Nazis... Lydia.

It's like the entire
school was spawned

by the mating of first cousins.

Well, I bet that's why none
of the men here have chins.

Even the teacher's a
first degree ignoramus.

That goes.

I will not have the dead
passing for art.

Only caspar would pick
a house that has that.

I made a decision
about this banishment deal.

Should I be told?

The way I conducted our life
back in Carolina didn't work.

I'll say.

So...

I'm calling a time-out.

No more connections for a while.

As of this moment,

I'm declaring myself
an emotional catatonic.

Well, how's a catatonic
supposed to raise a kid?

We'll negotiate an arrangement.

Now stand up straight. A
gal is judged by her posture.

Why do I have to go?

Because our new
neighbors are southern,

and what would they
think if we didn't

go out of our way to
make them feel at home?

But the kid's a squirrel.

Gentlewomen do not compare
people to animals, dear.

What?

Welcome wagon.

Hi, I'm laurabel Pierce,

and this is my daughter maurey,

and we'd like to
welcome you to grovont,

the friendliest little
town in Wyoming.

How quaint.

Look, Sammy.
It's the welcome wagon.

Hi.

Now what have we here?

Oh, this is a survival kit,

you know, for moving
into the new house.

This is for you.

Chicken pot pie?

Yeah, the good kind
with bottom crust.

Maurey's dad can't
abide pot pies

without good bottom crust.

"Quick meals for the
harried housewife."

Yes, and every recipe
starts with a can

of cream of mushroom soup.

Well, fuck me silly.

Do I look like
a housewife to you?

No.

Well, we just wanted
you to feel at home

in grovont.

Oh, Sam and I won't
be here long enough

to mingle with the natives.

There she is.

Uh, dot!

Oh, keep your pants
zipped, Jack.

I'll be with you
when I'm with you.

Her name is dot.

Well, she should
sue her parents.

What kind of woman
would name a child "dot?"

So you're the folks
renting doc wardell's place.

The guys paid me $1.00
apiece to find out if you're single.

Tell the guys I have 5 husbands:

Each one rich,
mean, and jealous.

I'll be rotating them
through on a weekly basis.

That line will be all over
the valley by breakfast.

Oh, just tell 'em I own a rifle.

So what happened in
the seventh grade today?

You really want to hear?

If I don't want to hear,
caspar will send you

to the custer military academy,

and we wouldn't
want that, would we?

Uh, in social studies miss sheets
taught us how to write a check.

Why, you've been writing
checks since you were 6.

Yeah.

And, uh, I think I'm in
love with maurey Pierce.

That's nice.

How do you know you're in love?

'Cause I can't stand her.

Well, that's always a good sign.

She hates my guts.

Called me pinhead.

Sounds like love to me.

You better eat that fast.

That gravy's
turning to axle grease.

You know why I like you
more than the other boys?

'Cause we're the only 2 kids
in seventh grade who can read?

No, silly.

Because you're so handsome.

Whah!

You're licking the mirror.

I'm making contact.

With who?

Myself.

Sam...

You ever had a stiffy?

Mom.

I just realized that...

It's been years since
I saw your little weenie,

and it was so cute
when you were a baby.

We had this black speckled basin

I used to wash you in,

and you would
always pee straight up.

Mom...

I hate when you talk
about cute naked stuff

I did when I was little.

Hmph.

Uh, mom, mom, mom.

Ssss.

I didn't let myself go.

You know when gulliver
traveled to the land of yahoos,

he must have come here.

I think he just
insulted you, lanell.

I don't care.

What kind of show-off
studies on the bus anyways?

This isn't a schoolbook.

This is literature.

Twins: Litter-tour, litter-tour.

What literature?

Uh, "it's a classic
coming of age story"

"portraying one woman's
poignant experiences:

Life, love, and sex."

What do you know about sex?

Well, after I finish this book

I'll know a lot more than you.

Not that knowing more about
sex than you do is a challenge.

Amen.

Have you been saved?

From what?

You'll go to hell unless
you finish every bit of that.

If a person goes to hell for
not finishing a tuna croquette,

I think I lost my
salvation a long time ago.

You coming?

Yeah. Sure.

How's it going, Sam?

Couldn't be better, sir.

I don't know if you've heard,

but we're mighty proud
of our football team

here at grovont high.

How'd you like to sign up?

Well, I'd like to, sir,
but my mom needs me at home.

She hasn't adjusted
to the lack of humidity yet.

See, the thing is,
it takes 22 players

to hold a practice,
and I've only got 21,

and half of them still suck
their mama's tit at night.

Well, I no longer nurse, sir.

Let me explain to you

the difference between
an "a" and an "f" in English.

Me coming out for football?

Now, that's
the old school spirit.

Jump to the left.
Jump to the right.

Sit down. Stand up.
Fight, fight, fight.

Yeah, whoo!

All right, boys.
Let's have a little game

of smear the queer
with the ball, here.

Hey, Sammy. Why
don't you tell us all

how your mama's Hooters feel?

About the same as your sister's.

I ain't got a sister, stupid.

7-43, hut, hut.

All: Uhh!

Player: Do than
sure got him good.

Do than: You think he's hurt?

Stebbins: No, he's
just playing possum.

Sissy boy. Come on, get up.

Stebbins: Come on, Sam. Get up.

Get up!

Coverage continues
on the assassination

of president John F. Kennedy.

At 12:35 central standard time,

president Kennedy was shot

as his motorcade passed
through downtown Dallas.

Governor connally was also shot.

Thousands of mourners
have gathered

at parkland memorial hospital

to mourn the passing of our...

Pa-pop, pop.

They killed president Kennedy.

Are you sure?

It's on the news.

Well, who killed him?

Texans.

Y'all cryin'
over the nigger lover?

Shut up, do than.

Hey, you know what all the kids

are getting for
Christmas this year?

A Jack-in-the-box.

I never knew you cared.

What are you doing,
boy! Huh, huh?

Trying to take up
for your girlfriend?!

What the hell is
your problem, boy?!

Maurey: Stop it.

Hell, they started it, coach.

Stebbins: Lay off.

That little bastard's
libel to hurt somebody.

The president is dead,
and he was celebrating.

Girl: Let's get out of here.

Maurey: Let's get out of here.

Sam: Where?

We can watch the news
at my house.

You think they'll miss us?

All the rules
are off today, Sam.

Nothing we do matters.

Sam: I guess it all depends
on your perspective.

As the rest of the country

was mourning their great loss,

things were actually
starting to look up for me.

What do you bet

mom will have heard
about the assassination,

but it's had no effect
on her at all?

She'll be baking cookies
and waxing the kitchen floor.

My mom's never baked
a cookie in her life.

Come on.

Oh, you're home early.

They let us out on account
of the assassination.

Isn't it a shame
about Mr. Kennedy?

I wonder if they'll
let petey out early, too,

this afternoon?

Well, I'll just finish these up,

and then I'll make us
some hot cocoa.

This isn't a time
for hot cocoa, mom.

It's always a time for cocoa.

The whole world's gone straight
to hell in a hand basket.

I had to come down here

because my television
is out of order.

What about you?

I don't have a TV.

Oh, it's been years
since I met anyone

who didn't own a television.

You must not meet many Indians.

You're an Indian?

Blackfeet.

My daddy can't stand Indians.

Announcer: Our country
continues to mourn...

Maurey: I wish my dad was here.

Sam: Where is he?

We have a horse ranch
10 miles up in the mountains,

and he has to feed every day

so he stays out there
most of the winter.

What's your dad do?

I don't have a father.

Did he die?

Lydia won't tell me
anything about him.

When she's drunk
she claims virgin birth,

like Mary and Jesus.

I'd like to see my mom drunk.

It's not that neat.

She has these pictures

of 5 guys
in old football uniforms

in her panty box.

Her panty box?

I kind of figure one of them
might be my dad.

What were you doing
in your mother's panty box?

One of the guys is a negro.

Mom! I'm home!

Hey! We're watching that!

This stinks.

Mom!

Maurey won't let me watch rocky.

You know he watches rocky

every afternoon.

What's the matter with you?

Look, brat.

The president of our country
is dead.

Some things are more important

than rocky the flying squirrel!

Daddy!

Hey.

How's my favorite girl?

Uh... hi.

Hi.

Lydia, there's an Indian
in our kitchen.

Oh, that's Hank.

He's black foot... or feet,

I get it mixed up.

Hank knows loads of nifty stuff

about the forest.

You went into the forest?

Oh, it was a hoot, Sam.

I tried something new.

How about that?

How about that.

Well, you didn't expect me

to stay on this couch
forever, did you?

So what's Hank
doing in our kitchen?

He's fixing supper.

Some staple he said got his
tribe through hard winters.

God, caspar's
gonna pass a brick.

Oh, isn't it wonderful?

Hank, honey,

what's that Indian thing
you're making?

Macaroni and cheese.

Aah!

Welcome wagon.

Eww!

Jeez.

Yuck.

Explain this.

Sammy?

Lydia, I think
there's something wrong with me.

I must be sick or something.

You blew your nose in your sock?

This didn't come from my nose.

You masturbated?

I woke up with this stuff
all over me.

Were you dreaming
right before you woke up?

Was there a girl in your dream?

Did you recognize her?

She kissed me, and I felt funny.

You had a wet dream,
honey bunny.

Boys have 'em all the time.

Well, do something with it.

You know, things like this

don't happen to
boys with fathers.

So crucify me.

Every kid in Wyoming probably
knows what a wet dream is,

and they're laughing at me
right now,

calling me a squirrel.

Poor Sammy.

You just moved a step closer
to being a grown-up.

Sam: I couldn't wait to tell
maurey what I'd learned.

I explained
the whole process to her,

except the part where her mom

triggered the mess on my belly.

How much goo came out?

A cup

not a quart.

How much, then?

Well, it was all spread out.

About a third-cup.

I'll lose my virginity
some day, and when I do,

I don't want
to come off ignorant.

I want to know what's
going on every second.

Don't you kids know

that coffee will
stunt your growth?

Dot, do you and your husband
have sex?

Why, maurey Pierce,

I should wash your mouth
out with soap.

I didn't say a dirty word.

You did so.

Sex is a dirty word?

We don't talk about that word

in mixed-gender company.

I'll be outside.

While maurey was getting
the low-down from dot,

I turned to my dream girl.

I had so many questions.

I needed someone
I could talk to,

someone who would be willing

to explore the secrets of love.

I needed a professional.

My mom won't be home
for another 20 minutes.

Do you want to do me again?

I don't know.

That'll be, what, 5 times

since school let out
this afternoon?

Sam, it's not romantic
to keep score.

So what'd she say?

She said sex is a wonderful
and special experience

but can only be done right
when 2 people are in love.

Grown-ups are so full of bull.

Man: Hey, delores, put it
in the corner pocket.

Geronimo!

Delores: Whoo! Yippee!

Man: She did it!

That means I get
to go again, right?

Daddy wants to run
for governor or something

and he thinks havin'
an illegitimate grandson

underfoot
would cause embarrassment.

That's why Sam and I

have been banished
to the hinterlands.

I was given a choice

between Sam goes or we both go.

We got politicians
in my family, too.

They're worse than cow dogs.

Now, this doesn't mean
that we're goin' steady.

Yeah.

I mean, we're not even datin'.

You got that?

This is strictly...

Strictly a one-night stand.

No commitments.

I don't want to feel.

Got that?

Hello.

Idle hands are
the devil's playground.

Grandpa? Excellent!

Now hand the phone
to your mother.

Lydia?

Jeez, Lydia.

Grandpa?
Lydia isn't here right now.

Well, where is she?

She went for a job interview
at the mormon church.

Secretary or something.

Your mother will never
work a day in her life.

Lydia's turned over a new leaf.

She's... must be the fresh air
or something.

She's changed.
She's responsible now.

I control the cash flow.

I respect that, sir.

Tell her she dumps the Indian

or faces the wrath
of almighty god.

That would be you?

Hi, Sam.

Your mom and 8 other drunks

rented a hotel room in Dubois

after the bars closed
last night.

They're having a party.

My cousin delores is there.

Delores' husband told her mom

in hopes of getting delores
dragged out,

but it didn't work.

Well, I'm making coffee.
You want some?

I want to explain the rules
before we do this.

Do what?

Make sex.
Why else would I be here?

We're gonna perform sex now?

After coffee.

It's time you and I find out

what the big deal is
with this sex thing.

Do you think Lydia
might come home today?

Doubtful.

You think you can get a stiffy?

Well, I don't know.

They sort of come and go
on their own.

I haven't learned
how to control them yet.

Maybe it'll happen naturally.

Well, I heard something about
puttin' it in the girl's mouth.

I'm not doing anything that
might make me throw up.

We're both virgins.

I never said I was a virgin.

We're both virgins.

But someday we're gonna
find ourselves

doing it for real.

So today's sex isn't real?

We're just friends
helping each other

learn a new skill.

This is practice.

So will we still be
virgins afterwards?

That's part of what
we're gonna learn,

where the line

between virginity
and non-virginity is.

Here's rule number one:

You better not squirt.

And no kissing.

Kissing is mushy
emotional stuff.

We can't do this if
you're going to get mushy.

I promise. No mush.

I wish we didn't
have to be naked.

That's a big part
of doing it, I'm sure.

Go on.

You first.

Jeez, Louise.

Your turn.

Well, this is as far
as I've dreamed.

I'm ready to quit.

Sam.

I thought you'd be bigger.

Well, it swells up
when it gets stiff.

A horse's woodie
is as big as its leg.

I don't think it's fair

to compare people to horses.

This doesn't look possible.

Horses do it with the stallion
standing up behind the mare.

Forget horses, ok?

You got a better idea?

Maybe if I stand on a chair.

Well, my books
don't say anything

about the girl
standing on chairs.

Books skip this part

and go right on
to how wonderful it was.

Well, maybe if we kiss.

I told you. No kissing.

Maybe if you touch it
with your hand.

Ok, but don't look.

That's my belly button, Sam.

Sam!

This is nowhere near
a third of a cup.

Did we lose our virginities yet?

I sure as hell didn't!

Lydia: Dibs on the can!

Ahh! The hell with that!

Ohh, crap it all, anyway.

Maurey: Sam, meet
my cousin delores.

Hi. Howdy.

Maurey, I won't tell
laurabel I saw you here

if you don't tell her
that you saw me.

What's in the bottle?

Turpenhydrate and codeine.

It's really good
for when you want

to stop drinking.

Lydia: Whoo!

Your turn.

Hi, mom.

Who?

Hi, Lydia.

This is my friend maurey
from school.

Oh. Welcome wagon.

My mom made me come.

She thinks she's Betty Crocker.

Now, never be embarrassed
by your mother.

Sam's embarrassed of me,
and look how he turned out.

Delores: Had to whiz
like a race horse.

I swear to god you do not buy

codeine cough syrup,
you rent it.

What have you kids
been up to all morning?

Gin rummy. I owe maurey $3.50.

No, we weren't.

We were trying to have sex,

only we couldn't do it.

Why were you trying to have sex?

I want to know what it feels
like before I hit puberty

and have to do it for real,

and I figured
Sam would be more popular

if he knew how to please girls.

He hasn't been
all that popular so far.

What's the matter, honey?

You havin' problems
keepin' your weenie up?

It stood up.

But we couldn't figure out
where he should go in from.

And then he squirted.

Your turn.

You and your mama have
little chats like this?

My mother thinks I'm sweet 14

and never been kissed.

I knew where to go in, I think,

but it wouldn't go.

I must be too big.

Nobody's too big.

Were you good and excited?

Excited?

Wet. Yeah.

Excited when you're...

Wet. Yeah.

Nice and wet.

Down there.

Should I have used water?

Water don't quite cut it.

Cigarettes.

Foreplay is the only proper way

a gentleman excites a lady.

What's foreplay?

You know, it's when a man
squeezes your boobs

and then whispers
real dirty in your ear.

Delores!

Lydia.

I wish my mother had taken time

to talk to me
about those things.

All right.

If you kids are gonna do this,

you might as well do it right.

Oh, no.

Now...

Maurey looks somethin'
like that, right?

My eyes were closed.

What you want to do is
you want to go in down here,

and one of you is gonna have to
grab it and angle it right,

'cause it'll just take years
before it slides in on its own.

Mm-hmm. Years.

Now, 2 things.

You two go ahead and play
your little boy/girl games,

but the first sign
of a period in maurey

and the game stops.

What's a period?

Number 2...

Is a matter of form.

You don't talk like this
in front of adults.

At your age,

sex is something you...
You run around and hide.

Why?

Well, society would fall apart

if people were honest
about screwing.

Sam, let's go to your room
and read comic books.

Yeah. Yeah.
Comic books sound fun.

Oh, I did a bad thing.

No.

10-letter word for lampoon.

Uh, satirize.

It's too short.

Will you explain to me
about women?

Women are right
and men are wrong,

and that's all you need to know.

I mean about liking.

Now that maurey and I
have done it,

will she like me?

Maurey will always have
a warm spot in her heart

whenever she thinks about you.

But she says we're just friends.

Well, you're lucky. That way
you can have the fun of love

without the heartbreak.

But what if I like her

and get my heart broke anyway?

Then you're a sucker.

Here's the deal, Sam.
If you sleep with a girl

and afterwards
she likes you as a friend,

then she's always
gonna like you as a friend

and she's never gonna
like you as a lover.

And there ain't nothin'
in this hell-bitch world

you can do about it.

Hank: Are you afraid to admit

that the other night
meant something?

Lydia: What happened between
us is just what I like most:

Sex without consequences.

Hey, mom, I'm home.

Hank: If I'm stupid,
I go to jail.

If you're stupid,
you get shipped off

to live with the commoners
for a few months.

The worst thing that could
possibly happen to you

is you might lose
your trust fund.

Well, I'm not about to
spend the rest of my life

waitin' for free cheese at
the county extension office.

Got rid of another one.

Why don't you just go
screw your little girlfriend

and leave me alone?

We're going on a double date
to the Saturday matinee.

What, you and me
and another couple?

No, me and do than
and you and chuckette Morris.

But dothan's our mortal enemy.

He's your mortal enemy.
He's my boyfriend.

But do than cheered
when John Kennedy died.

He said "nigger."

He's just repeating crap his
jerk-racist dad spews at home.

He didn't know any better.

Well, he rubbed
our faces in the dirt.

And he apologized.

Well, not to me.

Do than was jealous when
he saw us sitting together.

He's liked me
since the fifth grade.

Well, do you like him?

That's not the point. Do than
has a learner's permit and a car.

We can double with you
and chuckette.

Well, I can't stand
chuckette Morris.

Yeah, but she likes you.

This is your big chance
to get a date.

Hurry up, Sam.
Mom will be home soon.

You gonna kiss me or not?

Well, you'll have
to take out your gum.

Aw, but you just bought it.

Suit yourself.

Gosh...

I didn't know when I
moved here if I'd fit in, but...

You kids are really great!

Ok, you win.

Ah! Ooh!

You bit my tongue!

Ooh!

Get her, Sammy.

Oh, god. That was disgusting.

It was a kiss.

With your wet, gross
tongue hanging out?

Ooh, is that how
boys back east kiss?

That's how everybody
kisses, Charlotte.

It's not... that's not
how the nazarenes do it.

Daddy said boys would
try to get me passionate

so they could make me
pregnant and ruin my life

and trick me into going to hell.

You don't sound passionate.

I wasn't ready that time.

Let's try again.

You're home, Sam.

Do you wanna come in?
Lydia got some new records.

No, thanks. I'll just have
do than take me on home.

Are you sure?

Get out of the car, Sam.

I'll be fine.

You'll be ok?

What do you think

I'm gonna do to her,
for crissakes?

Go on, Sam.

I see Don Juan has decided

to grace us with his presence.

Hey, hey, what's with
the Don Juan crack?

So you slipped
the tongue to chuckette.

Well, she said "kiss me,"
and I kissed her.

She claims you were
smack dab passionate.

Where'd you learn
to kiss, anyway?

Just watchin' Lydia
and her boyfriends.

If mom lets me out, I'll be
over after dick Van dyke.

Maybe we could try
kissing this time.

Do you practice
sex with do than?

Of course not, silly.

He's my boyfriend.

Morning, darling.

I like a boy who goes
through the line with me

and carries my tray.

It's all right this time,

but your manners
will have to improve

since we're going steady.

Who said we're goin' steady?

Well, everyone.

You know what you did
to me at the picture show.

Well, there's more to a commitment
than biting someone's tongue.

Well, that behavior
may pass back east,

but here in Wyoming,
we're moral.

That reminds me. You
have to give me your jacket.

What?

Well, it'll be
a letter jacket next year.

We'll make do for now.

Charlotte,
it's freezing outside.

What better way
to prove your love for me

than to sacrifice your jacket
for my own comfort?

Well, I don't wanna
prove my love.

They'll... they'll think
you took advantage of me.

They'll say I'm cheap.

Do than: Come on, maurey,
let's go.

Jesus.

Sam: Hank's truck out front
was a good sign.

The pipes had been frozen
when I left for school,

which put Lydia
in an even nastier mood

than she had been in
since their fight.

I figured they were upstairs
havin' a makeup orgy.

I was glad for them. They
really seemed to like each other,

but after all,
your mom is your mom,

and I'd hoped they'd
hear me and stop.

I wasn't in the mood to hear moans
and groans from my own mother.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Lydia?

Hi, honey bunny.

Hi, Lydia.

Hank crawled under
the house with a torch

and thawed the pipes.

Wasn't that nice of him?

Give us a sip.

Lydia: Um, there's
a letter from caspar

on the kitchen table.

Yeah, what's grandpa got to say?

Aw, usual threats.

Nothin' for you to worry about.

We are livin' so clean and
wholesome here in Wyoming,

even caspar can't touch us.

Ta-da.

I didn't have time to wrap it.

Well, what else were you doin'?

Now you can listen

to your stupid baseball
games all night.

Thanks, mom.

Sam.

I mean, thanks, Lydia.

Yuck.

Yuck.

My present's out in the back.

So, we gonna keep him?

Don't be ridiculous.
He's not a sweater.

I never said he was.

Besides, we won't
be here that long.

Happy Christmas.

What's that?

By tradition,
it ought a be a horse,

but I wasn't sure
you wanted one.

Sam helped me choose it.

Hey, I told him
you'd never get on it.

Not in a million years.

Well, you got that right.

Yep, I said caspar
won't let you ride a bike.

Whoo!

Come on, Sam.

Sam: All right.

Yahoo. Hey.

I'll give you 5 bucks if you
can knock my cowboy hat off.

Maurey: Come on, catch up.

Sam: Yeah.

See? I can ride. Look, no hands.

Yeah, right. Well, one hand.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

Don't run me over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Lydia: Hey, baby, you ok?

We should have got her
that damn horse.

Hank: Catch her!

This ain't so hard.

Come on, hurry up.

Get back here, Lydia!

Time out.

Maurey doesn't love me, Sam.

She loves you. You can have her.

Well, that's awfully
sporting of you.

No sweat...

I'm in love with another.

Is Lydia here?

Yeah, we're goin' on a picnic.

You wanna come?

Is Lydia coming?

Well, yeah.

Lydia: Hank promised we'd see

a magnificent view of the lake.

He'd better not be lyin'

hey, look.

In nature, a person
can be idealistic.

You can believe in things.

Well, like what?

Like beauty...

And the nobility of humans.

People in the cities
cannot believe in nobility

because they see no sign of it.

I just love it when he
talks like chief Joseph.

How can you tell
if you're pregnant?

Well, the game
was supposed to end

when you got your first period.

I haven't had a period yet.

W

Well, I...

I hardly know
what being pregnant

feels like myself.

I was only with child once,

and I wasn't
much older than you.

I'm just a kid.
I can't have a baby.

See? That's what I thought.

You didn't call me this weekend.

I don't know why I
go steady with you.

You're supposed to call
me at least once a day.

Sharon's boyfriend
calls her house

a dozen times a day,

and then lets the phone
ring once and then hangs up

just to let her know
he still loves her,

and this morning, you didn't
even notice my new skirt.

I was so appalled. I mean,
even Rodney made a compliment,

and did I get
anything from you? No.

It hurts. I'm trying
to look nice for you.

I mean, you are my boyfriend.

If this relationship
doesn't start

to come to my end of it,

then I'm afraid this
will not work out.

Are you ok?

Well, what do you think?

Well, if you're pregnant,
I'll marry you.

Sam, I can't marry you.

Why not?

I'm 14 years old.

Lydia: It's not gonna
be that bad, honey.

Oh, shh, wait, shh.

Shh. One second.

Whoa.

We can rent an apartment.
I'll get a job.

Oh, Sam. Don't be a squirrel.

Are you comin' or not?

Yeah.

Good, you navigate.

You know, nobody asked me

what I wanted to do
about the baby.

No, no one's going to, either.

Lydia: Delores says
this is a nasty town,

and she doesn't mean
"nasty" in a nice way.

I've gotta be home before
mom gets back from Idaho falls.

Lydia: Well, let's do it, then.

Are you all right?

They're ready for you.

This is the shits.

You're gonna be ok.

I know.

Nurse: Right this way,
sweetheart.

Here you are, dear.

Girl: Thank you.

I don't know why we're here.

Sam, stop fidgeting.

I'm gonna go wait
in the waiting room.

Fine.

Sam.

Maurey.

Oh, let's go.

Woman: Maurey.

Maurey.

Lydia: Laurabel Pierce
and coach stebbins?

It puts new meaning
into welcome wagon.

Daddy.

Oh, I'm sorry. Daddy.

How could maurey and her mom

have an abortion
at the same time?

There's only one
clinic doin' 'em

for hundreds of miles,

and then only on Saturdays.

I bet there never was that
bridge club in Idaho falls.

While daddy's up at the ranch

taking care of the horses,

mom's naked with Howard stebbins

sticking his greasy
thing in her.

I hate mothers.

It's all right.

Lydia: Are you sure you don't
wanna come home with us?

Maurey: I have to fix
petey's supper.

Mom might not make it
home till late.

Sam, she's barefoot.

I'll see you tomorrow.

So, are we gonna keep the baby?

I can't think
about that now, Sam.

Ok.

What's the matter with you?

I deserve some fun tonight.

Raisin' kids is a lot
of responsibility.

How would you know?

Well, what does that infer?

I didn't know she
would get pregnant.

You know, I've just about had it

with your judgmental attitude.

Those kids were 14,

and you taught them sex games.

Your father is right.

Sam couldn't be worse
off in a military school.

You finished with that?

Come on, Dougie, dance with me.

Hey. Come on.

Lydia: Come on, Dougie.

Yeah.

Who do you have
to fuck in this joint

to get a cup of coffee?

I heard Hank's truck last night.

He knows what you were doing.

So shoot me.

Hey.

Lydia.

Well, you gonna have the baby?

I guess so.

Really?

Why are you so happy?

I don't know. I guess I'm
just ready to be a father.

Mornin', ladies.

What's Hank doin'?

Dot: What's that he's got?

That's our moose.

He's drunker than a skunk.

Hank doesn't drink.

Maybe he's sick.

Oh, shoot.

Hey, butt-face.

Don't call me butt-face.

Maurey's pregnant.
You could have hurt her.

Your mother's a whore.

Yeah, well, that still doesn't
give you the right to hurt maurey.

I'm sorry...

But your mother's still a whore.

You ok?

Another pitiful man
put his hopes on you,

and you took him down.

Fuck you, Sam.

Fuck you, too, mom.

Sam: Your parents have
a really nice ranch.

Thanks.

Are you sure you should
be doin' that?

Dad says I was born
on a horse. Come on.

You mean, you want me
to get up there?

Why not, silly?

Come on.

Sam: Is your dad suspicious yet?

Maurey: If we were older,

he'd be watching you
like a coyote.

Right now his worst fear is

Lydia might give me a cigarette.

What about your mom?

Does she know you're
still pregnant?

Mom won't say a word,

but I can tell she's
going nuts to find out.

She sneaks in my room

when she thinks I'm asleep

and stares at me for hours.

It's spooky.

Maurey: Isn't being
friends much better

than being girlfriend
and boyfriend?

If you were my boyfriend

I'd never show you this spot

because we might break up

and then where would I be?

Well, where would you be?

Someone I don't like
would know my secret.

But I still want
to have sex with you.

We can't have sex now.

You're my friend.

I can't risk losing you

for something as silly as sex.

I'm confused.

You bike back into town
without me.

I think I'll talk to dad.

Are you sure?

It's time.

Is there any chance you might

skip the part about
who the father is?

I'll try, but you and Lydia

better lock your doors tonight.

Hi.

Lydia: Thanks, sugar.

Maurey told her dad about
the baby this afternoon.

What do you think he'll do?

Buddy Pierce will
brand your butt.

Are you speaking
literally or metaphorically?

Well, I'm god's gift to horses.

Well, yes, sir,
but I accidentally

squirted into your daughter

and, well, now she's with child.

No!

Can I live here
till the baby comes?

Of course.

So, how'd it go with your dad?

He said I'm a slut

and he's ashamed to have
me as a daughter.

Well, you probably
just surprised him.

Just give him a few
days. He'll come around.

No, he won't.

Daddy has morals and I don't.

I'm gonna go sleep on the couch.

No!

That's too far away.

Sleep here on the floor
in case I need you.

Now, all your life I've
tried to set an example

of how to deal with
public disapproval.

It's time to show me what
you've learned, honey bunny.

I feel like Lee Harvey oswald.

It's like we have
the ultimate cooties.

Yeah, I'll see you at
lunch there, Sammy-boy.

I'm sorry I got maurey pregnant

while I was going
steady with you.

Sam?

Did she tell on me?

Tell on you?

Does her father know
about... You know?

That you and her mom
shared an abortion?

No.

I think she loves
her dad too much

to tell him that
you screwed her mom.

I haven't talked to laurabel

since the day at the clinic.

You can tell maurey that.

So you got her an abortion,
then dumped her?

Well, wasn't that what
I was supposed to do?

How'd everybody find out?

Now that I've told dad

it doesn't matter
who else knows.

So, who'd you tell?

Him.

Sammy-boy, how's it shaking?

About the same.

Good. We still on
for Friday night?

Town without pity's
playing at the movies.

Hey, you ought
to bring chuckette

and maybe Saturday night
we'll go parking.

Well, I don't know. I'll
have to ask chuckette.

He'll have to ask chuckette.

This boy gets any funnier,

they're gonna put him on TV.

Hey, how come do than didn't
beat me up at lunch today?

He's an understanding
kind of guy.

And I said I'd break up with him

if he was mean to you.

Sam: Spring in Wyoming
lasts all of 2 weeks

and is marked by mud
and rampant pregnancy.

With all of nature knocked up,

maurey and I felt right at home.

We discovered the best thing
about being ostracized

by an entire town is that
people leave you alone.

With Hank gone, Lydia was
crankier than usual,

and the rising heat didn't help
maurey's mood much, either.

She said being pregnant
was wretched,

but to tell you the truth,

it didn't bother me that much.

I'm going for a bike
ride. You wanna come?

Sure.

Do you brush
your teeth every day?

Yes, mom.

And use a fresh towel
after every shower.

I will.

Bye.

Sam: I can't believe
we have to bring do than.

He's my boyfriend, Sam.

You better be nice to him.

What happened to your arm?

My daddy broke it.

Why, for god's sakes,
would he do that?

'Cause I was mouthin' off.

So he broke your arm?

I deserved it.
Can we just drop it?

Dropped.

Howdy, folks.

You're gonna be glad
you came out today.

We got a real good rodeo
fair here at grovont.

Rained a little earlier,
sun's out nice now.

Mud and blood is what
rodeo's all about.

Announcer: Folks, let's have
a big hand for Joe brannigan.

A big hand is all
he's gonna win today.

Whoo! Whoo!

The timed mastery of a horse

is nothing more than
competitive sex.

Proof that man can subjugate
anything wild and beautiful

once he gets it
between his legs.

What gets me is
they want a belt buckle

for lasting 8 seconds.

Our next contestant in
the bulldogging competition

is Hank elkrunner
from right here in grovont.

Announcer: That 5.4-second ride

puts Hank elkrunner
square in the lead.

I fail to see how hurling a
dumb animal to the earth

makes a man the object
of mass approval.

Announcer:
Thank you kindly, Hank.

Looks like a stud to me.

Hank: Thanks, folks.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,

if you'll just stay calm,

let our cowboys get in there.

We have professionals
on the scene.

Buddy: Give me some help here.

Get somebody in here. He's hurt.

I might ought to see about mom.

I'll go with you.

Announcer: It's unfortunate
that these things happen...

Come on! Move it! Excuse me.

Announcer: Medical teams
on staff out right here

and they will take care of him.

Watch him. Easy, easy.

I'll be back in a bit.

Announcer: Thank you,
fellas. He's gonna be fine.

Mama...

Have to clean the floor
before buddy comes home

'cause buddy will be angry.

Mom, it's ok. Leave
the floor to later.

No, I can't leave any
tracks in the linoleum.

She's nuts. Ought
to be locked up.

This is your fault.

No more than you.

You! My baby!

You killed my baby!

What's she talking about?

Baby! Killed my baby!

Mom, no, it's ok.

No! No! Mama...

Mom!

Maurey: Mama, what
are you doing?

Get this off of me!

Announcer: Attention,
cowboys in the arena...

Woman: She's having
a nervous breakdown.

Maurey: Please,
we need to help her.

Woman: She's gonna
get hurt out there.

Announcer: Can we get some
help in for the lady, please?

Ladies and gentlemen,
everything'll be just fine.

Just stay in the stands and
let the cowboy take care of it.

Thank you, Hank. Appreciate it.

No! Easy, ma'am.

No, get away from me!

Get away from me.

It's all right.

Mama?

It's gonna be all right.

Buddy would still be
at the hospital.

We'll follow you out
there in case you need us.

Pride means nothing
if you lose a good man.

Yeah.

Will someone please
explain to me

what all this pride
nonsense is about?

Life's too short for
me to waste any of it.

I'll see you around.

Heh.

Lydia: Hey!

You can't get away from me,

you red-skinned son of a bitch.

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Hey!

You think she'll get him?

Hank don't stand a chance.

I'm your squaw, damn it!

Hank, you listen to me! Hank!

Lydia: Come here, baby.

What... what... ok! Geronimo, baby!

Weird.

You know why women fake orgasms?

I don't give a hoot
why women fake orgasms.

I'm not comfortable.

Women fake orgasms...

I is ten to the birthday girl.

Women fake orgasms

because men fake foreplay.

Ha ha ha ha!

You know, sometimes
when I have a real orgasm,

I tell the man that I faked it

just so he doesn't get cocky.

I hate cocky men!

My baby's going to be
raised on marshmallows.

Lydia: Well, I raised
Sammy on dr pepper.

Look how he turned out.

I turned out ok.

Says who?

Aah! Whoo!

Aah! Aah! Get him, Hank!

Delores: Get him, Hank!

Get his feet, Hank.
Get his feet.

Lydia: Delores...

Sit on his feet.

Hank, get the
marshmallows. You're dead!

Put the marshmallows in his ear!

Delores: Say uncle. Say uncle!

No!

Hi-ho, silver, away!

Delores.

Delores: Uh-oh.

Get up, Sam.

I said get up on your feet.

Samuel, get on your feet.

This is your Sunday uniform

at the custer military academy.

As soon as you clear that mucky
gunk out of your ear,

you'll go in the house
and put it on.

Daddy. Be silent, girl.

We are going home now.

We will place Samuel at custer,

and then you and I
will proceed onto greensboro.

Wait a second. We can't go home.

We're having a baby.

Well, I'm sure that little girl

has a mother of her own.

My mother's in the nuthouse.

Be that as it may,

you made your bed,
now you must lie in it.

I will not stand by
and see my grandson

snared by a spider.

Maurey is not a spider.

I told you to be silent.

Well, I won't. You just can't

come in here
and ruin everything.

This is our home now.

These people are our family.

Family. Ha ha!

A floozy, a kiowa,

and a very pregnant little girl.

Tell me, which member
of your new family

is going to pay
next month's rent?

Blackfeet.

Just exactly what is
that supposed to mean?

Hank: I'm black feet, not kiowa.

I understand you live
in a one-room trailer.

Do you think she's
gonna like living there

and carrying your papooses?

Daddy, you are such an asshole.

Well, that could be.

When you get to the point

where you can pay
your way in life,

you can live anywhere you want

and in any disgusting
manner you want.

But as long as I'm
paying the bills,

you will do as I dictate.

Is that understood?

Go inside and put
your uniform on.

Son, you don't have
a lot to say about it.

Sam: I decided life was a gyp.

Why couldn't people
just do what I wanted?

Maurey wasn't in love with me.

Not in the right way.

If we were in love
like Romeo and Juliet,

we could fight caspar.

We could flee into the mountains

or chain ourselves to a rock.

Romeo and Juliet were 14,

and no one treated them
like children.

But, of course,
they died at the end.

Hey. How'd you
get here from town?

Hank brought me.

He's at the ranch
talking to dad.

Your grandfather
isn't happy with you.

I'll never put on
that uniform. Never!

Yes, you will.

You and Lydia are both
hopeless, and we all know it.

I won't leave you and the baby.

I'll hide in the mountains

and live on bushes
and frogs if I have to.

We made a mistake.

This baby's coming whether
anybody's ready or not.

Don't be sad, Sam.

No matter how bad everything is,

you and I will have a baby.

You'll be 18 in 4 years.
Then you can come back.

Come on.

Come on. Will you...

Sam: I'm gonna get
you. Maurey: No, no!

You're going in the water.

Sam? Are you ok?

I just felt the baby.

Dr. Jenkins
to labor and delivery.

Dr. Jenkins to labor
and delivery, please.

Congratulations, Mr. Pierce.

You're a grandfather.

All right.

Well, what about me?

You have a daughter.

Her name is Shannon.

That's pretty.

Can I touch her?

Ok, but be gentle.
Babies aren't footballs.

Yeah, they don't travel
as far when you kick 'em.

That's not funny, Sam.

I hope she grows up to have
my looks and dad's brains.

Well, what about me?

She'll have your heart.

It's hard to see how goo
on a sock can lead to this.

Pretty cool, huh?

Yeah.

I wanna go home.

After we eat.

Whoa, I can't go in there.

My grandfather will kidnap me.

Your grandfather
will not kidnap you.

Yeah, he'll take me straight
to custer military academy.

I won't let him.

Come on.

Caspar: Hi, Sam.

So, what'd she name the baby?

Shannon.

Oh, my god.

That'll never do.

My baby's name is Shannon.

Who do I have
to fuck in this joint

to get a cup of coffee?

Ah, keep your pants
zipped, Jack.

Mom?

Mutual trust and respect, Sam.

Always remember what
our relationship is based on.

I may have a granddaughter,
but I'm not 30 yet.

Well, you can't
work here, Lydia.

Watch me.

She won't last a month.

The first time she
breaks a fingernail,

she'll be coming home to daddy.

Fat chance, daddy.

So does this mean I
don't have to go to custer?

That's right. As long
as we pay our own way,

the old goat can't
force us anywhere.

She'll never make
the rent on tips.

Well, dot does.

Hank: And I'm moving in, too.

Selling my trailer
and coming to town.

Maurey's family will
help pay on rent.

Maurey's moving in?

Well, part-time while
buddy's up at the ranch.

Now, what can I get you fellas?

I don't have all day to
chit-chat with the rabble.

Sam Callahan, I
wanna have your baby.

We all wanna have your baby.

We want you to be the
dad of a new generation.

I'm sorry.

I would love
to father your child,

but my heart belongs
to my true love.

It's just not proper
to have babies

by more than one girl at a time.

You've broken my heart.

Be strong. Someday
you will understand

the theory of one man, one baby.

I'm going into green river

after cheerleading practice,

so you'll have to handle
the 6:00 feeding.

Well, I'm the father,
not the baby-sitter.

Same difference.

Now, be a good baby.

Lydia'll help you
if you need anything.

I won't need Lydia.

Bye. Maurey: Bye, Sam.

Sam: The future lay before Sam

like the great American novel

just waiting to be written.

Lydia would marry Hank
and join the welcome wagon.

Maurey would grow to love Sam

the way mothers are
supposed to love fathers.

Shannon would grow up

to be beautiful, talented,
and virginal.

Sam knew the trail ahead
would be long, steep,

and littered with horse manure,

but he was ready now,

'cause somehow, some way,

the waitress, the Indian,
the cheerleader,

and the 15-year-old father
would survive.

They were the modern
American family.

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