:46:00
you're cutting yourself
off from your gift
:46:02
and your fellow man
:46:04
and everything your art is about.
:46:06
Oh, no, son.
:46:07
I'm building a levee--
:46:09
gulp by gulp,
brick by brick--
:46:12
Putting up a levee
:46:13
to keep that raging river of manure
:46:15
from lapping at my door.
:46:17
Maybe you better, too, Barton,
:46:18
before you get buried
under his manure.
:46:21
My honey pretends
to be impatient with me,
:46:23
but she'll put up with anything.
:46:25
Not anything, Bill.
:46:26
Don't test me.
:46:28
You're lucky she puts up with you
as much as she does.
:46:32
Maybe to a schoolboy's eyes.
:46:33
People who know about
the human heart, though,
:46:36
maybe they'd say,
"Bill over here,
:46:38
he gives his honey love,
:46:39
and she pays him back with pity,
:46:42
the basest coin there is."
:46:43
Stop it, Bill.
:46:45
Gone are the days
:46:47
When my heart was young and gay
:46:51
Gone are my friends
:46:54
From the cotton fields away
:46:59
Gone from the earth
:47:01
To a better land I know
:47:05
I hear their gentle voices
:47:07
[ Urinating ]
:47:08
Callin' Old Black Joe
:47:13
I'm comin'
:47:15
I'm comin'
:47:17
Oh, my head is bending low
:47:21
I hear their gentle--
:47:25
The truth, my honey, is a tart
:47:28
that does not bear scrutiny.
:47:31
Breach my levee at your peril!
:47:34
Gone are my friends
:47:38
From the cotton fields...
:47:40
That son of a bitch!
:47:42
Don't get me wrong.
He's a fine writer.
:47:44
Gone from the earth
:47:47
Are you all right?
:47:49
To a better life I know
:47:51
Audrey, y-you can't--
:47:53
Oh, Barton.
:47:54
You can't put up with that.
:47:56
Old Black Joe
:47:59
I feel so sorry for him.