:54:02
What are you doin' in a closet?
:54:05
Hi. Barry Lowenstein, "New York Post."
:54:07
Miss Carmichael is just showing me around the plantation.
:54:13
Uh, Mr. Lowenstein is writing a piece on the family,
:54:16
you know, since I'm marrying the mayor's son and all.
:54:19
I had no idea. Isn't that something?
:54:23
Yeah.
:54:26
Well, a plantation by any other name is just a farm.
:54:29
But it does roll off the tongue a little sweeter, doesn't it?
:54:32
Huh.
:54:33
Well, I do believe Miss Melanie forgot her manners.
:54:37
I'm Bobby Ray... her cousin.
:54:40
[Sighs]
:54:42
Charmed.
:54:46
See, when the Yankees marched through Alabama,
:54:48
they tried to destroy our metal-formin' capabilities
:54:51
by placin' barrels of powder underneath the anvils.
:54:53
Of course, all that managed to do
:54:55
was blow 'em sky-high for a few seconds.
:54:57
So... in honor of that act of stupidity,
:55:00
we all... we get together to re-create it for the tourists.
:55:11
[Cannon fires]
- Aah!
:55:13
- Yee-haw!
- What the hell was that?!
:55:15
[Cannonball whirring]
:55:16
Hey, Grandpa! This here's Barry!
:55:19
He's doin' an article on Melanie's weddin'!
:55:22
Never heard of her.
:55:33
Thanks!
:55:35
[Tires screeching]
:55:38
Well, aren't you just a big, fat liar.
:55:42
Bobby Ray!
:55:44
Oh, go back to New York.
:55:45
[Both laugh]
:55:50
#If fear's what makes us decide#
:55:54
#Our future journey#
:55:58
#Well, I'm not along for a life#