Now, Dixie, it ain't like it smacked your singing. Can we get back to rehearsing, please?
I refuse to work under these conditions.
Uh-oh. Here we go.
Well, I'll tell you what, Dixie. You rehearse, and afterwards I'll give that piece of wood a good ol' talking-to.
I got two bones on Dixie.
I'll cover that.
It just so happens I am a professional, and my standards...
Oh, now Dixie, darling, you put on that same old record every day. Ain't it just about wore out by now?
You have some nerve talking to me that way, Cash. If your ear were any more tin, they could can beans with it.
Well, you listen to me, Miss Fancy Tail. In a couple of days, we will be in front of that talent scout from the Grand Old Opry.
I get possibly maimed for life, and all you can talk about is the Grand Old Opry?
Oh, now, Dixie...
I'll be in my trailer.
Darling, we got a show to do. You can't just walk...
Just what do you think you're doing?
A little audience participation. And that kid wowed em!
Kid? What kid?
Bye, Mr. Cash.
Little critter was heaven-sent.
That sang my lead?
Oh, no. He didn't just sing it. He sang it.
You don't mean to tell me that that wet-behind-the-ears puppy could ever take my place in a band.
I didn't say that. Although he does have that refreshing, blooming youth about him.
Well what do you think I'm saying?
You'd better not be saying what I think you're saying.
I think you know what I think I'm saying.
I think you'd better know that what you're saying isn't what I think you're saying.
Why do you always...
Only 'cause you never...
What if I said to you...
You know what I say?
Ooh! You know, this is just like the time when you...
Hmph! Well, I think we've both been perfectly clear.
Ooh, perfectly. I quit!
Huh?
