Friendly Persuasion

It wasn't my idea.
We know that.
Jess is going to get a nice slow horse
that doesn't have any racing ideas.

Did thee shoot any rebs?
What are they like?
They're just people like us.
But did thee shoot any?
Let's have no more talk of war...
...and killing.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
- Come in and set.
- Thank you.

You folks going to the fair?
I used to like the fair...
...but it's come to be
no place for us.

They've got some fine exhibits.
Needlework, livestock, poultry.
And geese.
Eliza, it might be just the place
to pick us up a nice slow horse.

Thee go, Jess. The fair's come to have
so many sideshows, freaks, dancing...

What does thee know about dancing?

She knows a thing or two.
Did Mama ever dance?
That was 20 years ago.
Twenty years exactly, come October.
I was courting her.
But did Mama dance?
No, child.
She was tempted to lift a foot,
but she married me instead.

Did thee propose then and there?
Dinner's ready.
Stay and eat with us?

Thank you, ma'am.
I'd be pleased to.

What about the fair?
- Come on, Josh, Jess.
- Can we go, Papa?

There's no point in putting temptation
in the children's paths.

We'd resist it.
We'd resist it as well as thee did.
Why can't we go?
She'll never let us go.
Mama's so straight-laced!

Maybe I can loosen up a few laces.