1:10:01
I ain't decided yet.
1:10:04
What happened to that bottle?
1:10:06
It's coming.
1:10:09
You know who you sounded like just then?
Mr. Nightlinger.
1:10:13
That black son of a bitch
cooks better than my ma.
1:10:17
Come on, you, we oughta be goin'
before the old man finds out we're gone.
1:10:23
Yeah, come on.
1:10:26
Did ya ever notice how pink
Mr. Nightlinger's palms are?
1:10:29
They're kinda pretty.
1:10:32
Shit.
1:10:33
Shit yourself.
1:10:45
Shall we join 'em, Mr. Nightlinger?
1:10:55
When did you take your first drink?
1:11:00
It was on the occasion
of my first broken heart.
1:11:03
And my last.
1:11:06
She was an older woman and wise.
1:11:09
Vastly experienced.
1:11:12
She told me she couldn't stand
the sight of me for another minute...
1:11:15
...handed me a half-gallon jug
of sour mash and fled.
1:11:19
And you polished it off?
1:11:20
Every drop.
1:11:23
I've been drinking sour mash ever since.
1:11:27
I was 17.
1:11:30
She was almost 22.
1:11:33
Her name...
1:11:35
...was Oceola.
1:11:39
I think these kids are rushin' it a little.
1:11:41
They're in a hurry to grow up.
1:11:45
Well, they won't get it out of a bottle.
1:11:47
They'll know that in the morning.
1:11:58
All down sick at once.