BECKY: My heart forever
Oh, Dev, you're playing
like an amateur.

Let's call it an evening.
l'd like to know where
your mind is tonight.

You're sweeter than

The early spring
Or bluebells
when they start to...

Pretty good.
Voice like her father.
(Junior and Becky singing)
You're just right for me
Sweeter than honey
Finer than wine
l'm sure they found you
On that honeysuckle vine
JUNlOR: l would melt
ln your embrace
BECKY: You'd disappear
Without a trace
JUNlOR: To die like this
ls no disgrace
This is the time
This is the place
For you're
Just right for me
Well, it's so good, l kind of
hate to break this up,

but we're going to have...
that lndian hearing
tomorrow morning...

Sir, about our conversation
earlier this evening,

l believe l'd better apologize.
G. W: Yeah?
Yes, sir, l've been
thinking it over,

and when l called you
a reactionary,

well, that's
merely my generation's...

term for your generation.
Well, good night, sir.
Good night, Mrs. McLintock.
KATE: Good night
and do come again.

JUNlOR: Good night, Drago.
DRAGO: Good night.
Boss... what does
reactionary mean?

Me, l guess.
He says that anyone that
wanted to sell at a profit...

was a reactionary.
Was we reactionaries
back in them days...

when you was selling
beef cattle...

for six cents a pound
on the hoof?

Well, no use arguing with him.
College boy.