John, you can't wear that one, it's black.
Johnny Cash
It's all I have, Vivian.
It looks like you're goin' to a funeral.
Johnny Cash
Maybe I am...
John, you can't wear that one, it's black.
It's all I have, Vivian.
It looks like you're goin' to a funeral.
Maybe I am...
That bag over there are letters from ten to one from girls. Ten to one, and there obscene. Reba's been trying to answer some of them, but half of them ain't even fifteen, and they sending pictures of themselves in bathing suits. Pictures for you to look at while you're doing time at Folsom.
June, these are my daughters Rosanne, Tara, and Kathy.
Hi. Those are really pretty good ribbons on your dresses.
June?
Yeah?
Steer clear of my children.
Viv...
I was just saying hello.
You heard me.
Your mama was here. Your daddy too.
Oh yeah. And what'd he say?
He said now you won't have to work so hard to make people think you've been in jail.