How's school today, Elvis?

Fine. They don't talk too much to me there.

I don't doubt it. Those clothes you wear and that hair.

Don't you start, Vernon. That's his style. Everyone's gotta have a style. You used to have a style, Vernon.

Oh, your daddy was a looker, Elvis.

You're right about that.

Still is when he sets his mind to it. [on Vernon] Boy could he dance. [to Elvis] Play something on the guitar, maybe your daddy would dance with me. [they laugh]

Oh, no, no, no. I'm not dancing. I'm eating. Is there anymore?

No. It's all they'd give us down at the pantry. You eat anymore tonight and there won't be enough for the whole week.

I'm really not hungry. [Elvis passes his plate to Vernon, who takes a pork chop]

Put that back down, Vernon.

I'm done, momma. Really. I'm not hungry.