1:12:00
Well, how am l supposed--?
1:12:06
-Talk about your rotten luck.
-What happened?
1:12:09
No champagne. Truck flipped over in
Fort Stockton. Broke every damn bottle.
1:12:13
What'll we drink?
1:12:18
Say, you all drink beer?
1:12:22
Well, yes. On occasion.
1:12:48
-Hi there.
-Hi.
1:12:49
-You mind if l cut in?
-Sure.
1:12:51
Thanks a lot.
1:13:00
l wish we'd ordered beans,
instead of caviar.
1:13:02
l'll go right home and fix a batch.
1:13:04
-You don't have to.
-No problem.
1:13:06
l hope they're bringing lots of tables
on the catering truck.
1:13:09
There's a slew of tables
at the schoolhouse.
1:13:12
Well, l wonder if we might borrow a few,
just in case.
1:13:14
l reckon. My son is principal.
1:13:17
Say, you looking for me?
1:13:19
Ed. The butcher.
1:13:23
Ed, this is so embarrassing.
1:13:39
Never do it. Never cater another party
with those people. You folks are so kind.
1:13:45
-Why, thank you.
-You're welcome.
1:13:47
We lost the band!
1:13:54
-Mayor.
-Yeah, l heard.
1:13:57
That's a shame. There's some fellas
here in town that can cut a mean--