You're going to that prom if I have to sell my body
to get you a date!
Oh honey, you've got no sense of humor.
I know, Mama.
Did you know, I knew by the time she was two years old
she had no sense of humor?
And I know where she gets it.
I swear Francie, you better shut up
or that old Hank's gonna hear you.
Well he's out with his cows, his beloved cows.
Okay, aww, is that not the sweetest thing
you've ever seen.
Honey I left a little bit of material up by the bust,
just a little bit, you've finally got something up there.
I just want you to flaunt it a little bit.
What do you think?
It's just a little bit.
Honey, don't be such a prude.
Well at least she ain't pregnant.
Are you honey?
Now if Hattie'd take Iris into her crowd,
she'd have a date by tomorrow.
I know, honey, but I can't control who that child likes
any more than I can control the tides.
Honey, you go ahead and try it on for me, all right?
Ain't you running late for school?
All right, get going.
Bring a chance of clothes with you, honey.
I do not want her embarrassing herself in class, Hank.
You're a horse's ass, Francine.
He should know.
He's seen enough of 'em.
Oh, gal, you're too much.
Well, if it ain't old Stinky Drawers.
Oh man, now she don't smell too bad
now that she got a pair of jugs the size of melons.
Here we go, boys, here we go.
Come on, what are you doing?
Iris, what are you doing?
Come on, Iris.
Ain't you gonna stop, Iris?
Can I walk you to school?
No, thank you.
Oh come on, let me walk you.
Come on, grab her tits, Mike.
Let me hold your books.
Oh, Iris, don't be so stingy.
Come on, Mike, do it!
If you let me carry your books,
I might take you to prom.
Leave me alone.
Let me hold 'em, Iris.
What are you waiting for, huh?
Your wedding day?
Then she'll be waiting a long time then.
Stop, stop the truck!
She's in the right position now, Mikey.
Ah, Jesus H. Christ.
Get back you inbred son-of-a-bitch!
What the hell?
Shit, that's blood.
Mike, you okay?
What the hell did you do?
You better get back into that beat up piece
of shit you call a truck before I let loose, farm boy.
Who the hell are you?
None of your damn business.
Well, this ain't none of your damn business.
Come over here and stand behind me.
Don't you move.
If you touches you again,
he's gonna be singing soprano in the church choir.
Where you think you going, Iris?
Mike, what the hell you doing?
What're you doin' you chicken shit?
Whyn't you come on out?
Better get back over here right now, Stinky.
Son of a bitch!
You do that one more time you're gonna sorry.
Sorry 'cause I forgot my manners
or sorry 'cause you're about to do something?
Mike, it ain't worth it.
I said move it, move it, move it.
I'll get you, bitch.
Are you okay?
We gotta turn those bastards in.
Hey, where you going?
Wait up a minute, you're probably in shock or something.
I can drive you if you want.
Is it my mouth?
I'm sorry, I've got a mouth like a gutter.
I'm from the city.
I can take care of myself.
No need to thank me.
It's not like I risked my life or anything.
Welcome to Oklahoma.
Settle down, people.
Young ladies, young gentlemen,
homeroom is starting.
Come on up, sweetie.
Class, this is Margot Richmond.
Excuse me, dear?
I'm called Maggie.
Well, that's fine.
Margot comes to us all the way from Kansas City.
I expect all of you to welcome her
to our humble farm town.
If that's what they wear in the city, you can have it.
She is pretty though.
In a hard kind of way.
And just why are we late, Miss Deerborne?
Speak up, dear, I can't hear you.
I went to the nurse's office.
That's the third time this week.
I don't suppose you brought a note.
Never mind, just sit down.