:53:02
lf they're throwing it away,
l wouldn't mind a piece of it.
:53:11
Maybe this is my destiny.
:53:16
On his deathbed, my father told me
he'd be watching me from up above.
:53:22
l wonder now if his spirit
might be near, guiding me along.
:53:27
lf he bumps into Mr. McGuire up there,
tell him l want my spoons back.
:53:31
lmagine me...
:53:33
Joseph Donelly,
standing on my own plot of land.
:53:39
What would l plant, l wonder?
:53:42
Oats, corn, potatoes-
:53:45
Oh, God, no, not potatoes.
:53:48
Maybe wheat.
:53:51
Wheat.
:53:53
Oh, Shannon...
:53:56
l'm dreaming of it now.
:53:58
Great fields of wheat
as far as the eye can see.
:54:02
Oklahoma land was my idea,
you blathering fool!
:54:06
''Maybe this is my destiny.''
:54:08
lf it weren't for me, farm boy,
you wouldn't even be here!
:54:11
Well, if it weren't for me,
Miss High and Mighty...
:54:14
you'd have died
outside in the street.
:54:22
Give me back my pillow.
:54:26
Not in a hundred years.
:54:44
This book is irritating me.