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Nothing in the world like it. You bail out at 7 ,200 feet and you try not to

the chute until you hit 2 ,500.

Make a terrific story for a hotel newsletter.

Can we do a little feature on it? No problem. Come on up to the office about

five. Great.

It sure sounds dangerous.

Not really. Gravity does most of the work. You're just testing yourself at

speed. I do the same thing.

Every time I go dancing, I test myself on how fast I can get my feet out of the

way before my date can stomp on them.

Excuse me.

Aren't you Natalie Rogers, the dancer?

Well, yes, I used to be. I thought so.

My lady kind of twisted my arm into going and seeing Swan Lake when you were

toured out here.

That was a few years ago.

I hope you weren't disappointed, Mr... Oh, Billy Griffin.

I'm with Hotel Security.

I'll never forget that, madam.

Good luck.

Au revoir, monsieur.

Au revoir.

Oh, my favorite hors d 'oeuvre, the kiss on the hand.

Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong.

Did he really suggest what I think he suggested?

A romantic weekend in Paris, all expensive paid. Oh, and we're working

weekend. You just wait till I open up my own hotel in New York, strictly for

diplomatic hunks from the U .N.

Oh, don't tell me we're going to lose our best public relations.

Are you kidding?

I'd like to stay here forever.

It's just that sometimes I get a yen for home. Oh, New York. I envy you,

Elizabeth. My hometown's so quiet, the roosters are still yawning at noon.

How's your wish, Mrs. Cabot? Six dozen bouquets. Isn't that overdoing it a

little? I have yet to meet a choreographer who didn't love bouquets

dozen. So that's what I'm giving Jeremy Hale tonight.

Oh, Elizabeth.

Congratulations. Mrs. Cabot, hi, Mark. I know you're not going to start wearing

dark glasses now that you're a celebrity.

You mean that thing in the staff newsletter.

It's so embarrassing.

Don't be modest.

Every employee of the month has a right to sing her own praise.

By the way, I hear you're giving a dinner for the Duke of Wandsworth next

Why, yes, I am.

Well, I want to let you know that he loves catfish.

Catfish? You've got to be kidding. The man's head of a British trade

who also spent a year as a graduate student at the University of Texas.

This is one stiff upper lip who likes his fish and chips with whiskers.

Bye.

That is a smart assistant you picked.

I have to alert Marcel about that catfish.

Evans. I wonder if Elizabeth could be related to my friend Muriel Evans on

Island. Oh, it wouldn't be a surprise if her family could come over on the

Mayflower.

With a style like that, they probably had their own boat.

No, no, no, Lisa, don't go for the extension.

Feel the music. Use it.

Your leg is high enough.

Then the tempo should be slow.

The tempo is fine.

Now, look, you're a young girl in love.

You've got to go with it.

And, Chris, you're still working too hard. Your fingers should barely touch.

Just one finger, this finger, okay?

Lightly. All right, Doug, take it from...

Well, right before the lift.

All right, come on in.

Better, better, better.

You look wonderful.

No, not yet.

How am I supposed to show them what it should look like when I'm stuck in this

Iron Maiden?

Choreographers don't have to perform.

You know better than that.

I need to be up there with them.

Jeremy, please, we can make this work. You know we can.

Not this city.

This theater.

Coming back here again?

You always knew it wasn't going to be a stroll down memory lane.

You were in a brisk, no -self -pity mood today, huh?

I am just trying to help. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. Tell you what to

do? Be my body, be my legs. Can you do that?

We can do it together.

Jeremy, I'll see you through.

Boy, you still don't get it, do you?

I am through.

Elizabeth, do we really have to take my parents to the mayor's dinner?

I got those tickets directly from City Hall. You know how your mother enjoys

talking politics.

Why don't we run away instead?

We already did that last weekend.

It was great.

Let's steal Dad's yacht again.

Duncan, you've got nothing on the brain.

A real uncomfortable place for it to be.

Elizabeth, I love you.

And I love you.

Well, then why won't you marry me?

What are we waiting for?

We have to get into this again.

Apparently we do if you won't marry me until you're running this hotel.

I don't want to run this hotel. I just want to become a success without my

family's money.

I'm sorry.

Please try to understand.

Understand? Maybe.

Give up?

Never.

It isn't a ring.

I won't accept a ring.

Beautiful. Next time, a ring.

There's just too much work to be done. They've got the steps, but they don't

feel the music. They can't feel the music. They're dancers.

Don't think dancers are musicians.

I could just show them.

But they were wonderfully responsive.

You're a choreographer now. Nobody can take that away from you.

They already did that.

One hit -and -run driver.

Look, you're upset. First -day rehearsals are always the pits.

Why don't you change your mind and come to Mother's classes? I know she'd love

to have you talk to her students.

Natalie, do yourself a favor and don't come back, will you? What?

Look, you were a wonderful dancer. You had a wonderful career.

Until you started nursemaiding me.

Don't hear me complaining, do you? What, do you pity me?

Does that turn you on?

I care about you. I want to help.

Well, then you care more than I do. I'm not worth it.

Sorry.

Why do you stay?

Don't I embarrass you?

How could I ever be embarrassed about loving a man?

to like being an editor.

I get to find out everything I ever wanted to know about the staff, but was

afraid to ask.

Elizabeth, just the employee of the month I need.

What's up?

I need some information about you for the newsletter.

You know, how long you've been here, where you grew up, went to school, the

usual.

Well, let's see.

I've been here two years. I adore the St. Gregory.

I love working in guest relations.

What about your family? Your dad was a businessman, right?

Yeah, imports and exports.

But he died a few years ago.

Please, Julie, I don't want this to get maudlin.

Oh, it won't.

Honestly.

Why don't we talk about Paris when you went to school at the Sorbonne? Come on,

didn't you hear me?

Look, I didn't ask to be named Employee of the Month, and I wish everybody would

stop making such a fuss about it.

What did I say?

You look marvelous.

You're still the loveliest Giselle of all. Oh, that was a timeless

I'm afraid the sands of time have shifted a few pounds. Oh, nonsense. Come

Peter. We've just been juggling conventions.

Peter McDermott, Natalie Rogers.

My pleasure.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

I hear you two are planning quite a reception for Jeremy's company.

We're just about to go over the guest list now.

I hope you can come. Victoria's told me so much about you. Well, don't believe

half of it.

Believe all of it. The man is indispensable.

I think I'll quit while I'm ahead. Nice meeting you, Miss Rogers. Maybe I'll see

you later.

Thanks, Peter.

I like him.

He seems like a good man.

Good man and a good friend.

You're lucky, Victoria.

These days I really appreciate my friends.

I tell you what.

Why don't we do this over lunch up here?

Then we can have a good long talk.

Tori, I'd love that.

But my mother's expecting me.

Oh, of course.

Yes. Yes, I know she'd be thrilled to see you again. It's been quite a while,

hasn't it? I'm afraid Mother never understood my relationship with Jeremy.

I see.

Let me help you, sir.

You don't look like the old pit head.

The Pithead? The old Pithead Hotel.

That's the last hotel I was in. Summer of 48 on my honeymoon.

Elevator clanked, the carpet was worn out, no hot water.

Well, Sir, the St. Gregory is firmly committed to progress.

Would you like to check in? What I would like is to track down Glenda Sue Evans.

You know her?

No, I don't think I recognize the name.

My girl's supposed to be working here at the hotel.

Oh, well, we have an employee register over at Reservations. If you step right

this way, we can check it out.

You mean she actually lifted her piquillis onto the dinner table? Just

him loose and licked the plates after the entree, and the senator didn't bat

eye. Is that why they say it's a dog's life in Washington?

Oh.

Excuse me just a minute.

Julie.

Hi. Hi.

I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me.

That's okay.

I was just so excited about taking over the newsletter.

Well, I hope you got enough of your story.

All we needed. We think you'll be really pleased with the article.

See you. Bye.

What's the matter, Grundy Sue? Cat got your tongue?

How about giving your daddy a great big hug?

Sometimes I don't know if I can go on with Jeremy.

Oh, darling, you've done your penance.

Isn't it time you started thinking about yourself?

I can't do that.

He needs me. If I leave him, he'll die.

You're still in love with him, aren't you?

There's one thing I learned from you and Daddy. It's that love isn't some

fragile little thing that can be broken easily.

It's got to be a rock as strong as anything life throws against it.

You know, your father would have been proud of you for saying that.

But not for giving up your own future.

What else could I do after I... Oh, God.

Mother, I'm just not up to standing in front of these kids and telling them

something inspiring about dancing.

Not right now.

Natalie, listen to me.

I understood why you started looking after Jeremy.

But, honey, you've got to break free.

If I could just tell him, ask his forgiveness. Oh, please don't torture

yourself. It was an accident.

It should have been me. I should have died that night. Oh, honey, please don't

say that. He'd been drinking. He was the one that stepped out onto the road.

Mother, don't you understand?

I left him in that road, broken apart.

I put him in that chair for the rest of his life.

I can't ever leave him.

Oh, none of it.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

It's been a long time since you answered my letters. I figured I'd better catch

you on the run.

Well, this really isn't a good time. I'm up to my ears in work.

Yeah, who would have thought it?

For my little girl to come so far from where she begun, it's kind of like

No magic.

Like seven years at night school and working every odd job I could find

Until Glenda Sue became Elizabeth.

Well, you can't climb into society through a coal mine, Daddy. I had to

family tree for that.

I'm sorry.

But you're the one who told me to be free and speak plain.

Well, folks are always free, Glenda Sue.

No reason to lie to prove it.

Will you look at that man, Boogie?

This is the triumph of exercise, faith, and, I'm afraid, Girl Scout cookies.

Okay.

Got it? Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

You just don't give up on me, do you, Natalie?

I thought for sure I really sent you away that time.

You should be so lucky.

Did you ever think about leaving me?

About going back to dancing?

I mean, Natalie, don't you have fantasies?

I want to hear about my fantasies.

Come on.

You know I can't give you what you want.

Jeremy, I haven't stopped loving you just because... Because it's what? It's

been a year since we made love.

But your responses are getting so much better. You're walking now.

Why won't you listen to your own doctor? There's no reason we can't make love.

Natalie, don't you understand? Look at what my brain hears. You try telling

to the rest of my body.

I would if you'd let me.

Well, that's an interesting idea.

Come on, help me up.

Well, go ahead.

Do what you wish.

You can't do a thing about it.

That's not fair.

Natalie, this isn't fair.

Okay, it's not fair.

Life is not fair.

Be honest, Jeremy.

We can make love. What's really hurting you is that you can't... Dance!

Yes, dance!

It was my life.

The only thing I knew.

And it will be again.

As a choreographer.

Damn it, Jeremy, you were always a temperamental artist.

Don't start being a temperamental victim.

Who gives you the right to talk to me that way?

I don't care what you...

Think!

This is my life, and this is me.

Now live or die, in this chair or out of it.

I'm sorry, Natalie, but I'm going to do it my way.

And we could get those outrageous sapphire studded boots from Fort Worth.

An exhibition of western boots, Mrs. Cabot. Do you think that suits the St.

Gregory? Don't be so stuffy, Norman.

Elegant western boots are all the rage today.

And maybe get some historic boots.

The boots of Buffalo Bill.

I like it.

Let me get my list of boot and saddle dealers.

I'll be right back.

I heard about a fella down in New Mexico who has a pair of Jesse James boots. He

might loan them to you.

Oh, really?

You sound like a student of the old west.

A student?

Not hardly.

All my life, the good hand of Providence has shielded me against the temptations

of education.

Life has a way of awarding its own diploma, Mr... Evans, Tyler Evans.

Fact is, ma 'am, man works underground, he gets to dreaming about the wide -open

spaces in the Old West.

Underground? Oh, darling, you're looking at the best damn coal miner in West

Virginia.

Victoria Cabot.

My late husband was president of our own Western Historical Association.

Well, I bet he heard about the seven cities.

The Spaniards believed that there were seven cities of gold in old New Mexico.

Cities where all your dreams came true.

You're more of a scholar than you let on.

I do know a pretty lady when I see one.

Supposing you and me could hoist a glass of a perfectly respectable drink.

Some would say there's no such thing.

Tyler Evans never disrespected a lady in his life.

I'm sure you haven't.

Unfortunately, I have to get back to work.

You sure are prettier than a sunflower.

Mr. Evans, I'd like to hear more about the seven cities.

Maybe over chuckwagon chicken in the morning?

Chuck wagon chicken that's what they call breakfast bacon on the trail, isn't

it?

I brought you those estimates on the new translating machine.

Oh, great.

Now we can fold, spindle, and mutilate and blend up the languages.

I think you don't have to be tactful. I know I made a fool of myself.

Nobody said that.

And people have been looking at me like I... like I smell of West Virginia

moonshine. I've known a few moonshiners in my life, including my brother.

My brother choked to death from diphtheria.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, he was lucky.

If he'd grown up, he'd have gone down to the mines and probably contracted black

lung. Look, Elizabeth, you don't have to tell me anything.

Don't you want to hear about my mama? How she was sick all the time before she

died? Look, I swore I'd make a better life for myself. I'm sorry I lied to

everyone, but why should I be tied to the past?

Well, why should you be ashamed of it either?

Your father seemed so proud of you.

What if Duncan finds out?

You'd just have to be honest with him.

Coal and diamonds don't mix.

Welcome.

Victoria, how nice.

Johnny, how handsome you are. Thank you.

Natalie told me such good things about rehearsals. Well, she nagged and I

directed.

Actually, we make a pretty good team.

I have somebody else for your team here tonight. A Dutch oil man who's just

itching to subsidize a dance company.

Oh, Victoria, you're an angel.

Let's hope he'll be one.

I've already rehearsed him in the two most important words in the language of

dance. Check and close.

Miss Rogers.

Oh, Natalie, please. Good to see you again, Peter.

I take it you're a dance buff?

Well, I've been known to do a fair foxtrot once I get the backfield in

Shame on you. You're not one of those men that think ballet is a woman's

are you?

Maybe I do have a little problem with all those tutus.

I think you'll find Jeremy's choreography a little more contemporary.

I'll send you some tickets for opening night.

You talked me into it.

I'm just sorry I never had a chance to see the two of you dancing together.

Those dancers were two other people, Peter.

To other people.

I know I let you down after your mama died.

I should have spent more time with you.

Don't blame yourself, Danny.

You're Tyler Evans.

Coal miner, mountain man.

Cowboy dancer.

You were my hero.

Two of you had to move on.

It wasn't you I was running away from. It was that mountain.

I'm glad we had this chance to talk.

I never meant to hurt you.

I love you, too.

Now you can go home and not worry. No, I ain't never going back.

What?

You know, I always dreamed of moving west. I ain't never going back.

Daddy, there's nothing here for you.

You don't understand, Glenda Sue. Don't call me that. It doesn't fit me anymore.

Daddy, I'm trying to become somebody.

You always was somebody.

Look, you must know you just can't stay here.

I'm your kin. I'm going to bring you no harm.

Like Mama and Ethan?

You still blame me for their dying?

Don't say that, honey. It was the mountain that took them away.

Then go back to your mountain.

Go home, Daddy. Just go home.

Well, I guess there's no tactful way of asking that, but will he ever walk

again?

The doctors are helpful.

He's getting some real feeling back in his legs. How'd it happen?

Jeremy was at a party.

He drank too much and wandered through the gardens out onto the road.

He was standing there when someone hit him.

You seem to have very strong feelings for him.

Strong feelings?

The first time I ever saw Jeremy...

He was flying through the air in a triple tour. Triple turns in the air?

Mm -hmm. And he landed on one knee.

I'm the one who hasn't been back to Earth since.

Well, if there's anything I can ever do to help.

Sometimes I don't think that there's anything anyone can do.

Therapy takes care of his nerve endings, but how do you bring the man inside

back to life?

I'm going to bed.

Oh, perchance to dream of Peter McDermott.

He's a nice man. I like him.

But in case it slipped your mind, I love you.

Well, it shouldn't be bad that love isn't living up to its reputation.

You need someone, don't you?

If I ever have an affair, I'll let you know.

Oh, no, you won't. You won't tell me anything about your affairs.

We're not lovers anymore.

You're free to sleep with whomever you wish.

For God's sake, Jeremy, stop pushing me. If you just shut up and help.

Oh, you're fighting back. I like that. Better than that martyr who smothers me

with care.

Give me a kiss. You're hurting me. Let me go.

No, Jeremy, not like this.

You want to tell me about it?

I know something's been bothering you.

You told me.

You told me.

Can't you open up to me?

I want to share your life.

Your real life. Not just your bed and a bunch of society parties.

Duncan?

If you still want to.

You can give me that ring now.

Just in time. Breakfast is here. Natalie, look, don't be playing

think we made a big mistake last night.

What are you talking about? We made love last night. It was wonderful. I am

still in this chair.

Why can't you accept that we were happy together?

Happy? Like a social worker in a charity case?

Don't turn your back on me. I deserve better than that.

Look, I'm sorry, Natalie.

But from now on, I'm going to get my physical therapy in the gym.

Wait a minute.

You mean that Glenda Sue is our Elizabeth?

You know her?

Well, yes.

She worked for me.

For you?

You own this hotel?

Well, how about that? I knew you was a special lady the moment I laid eyes on

you. But why would Elizabeth... I mean Glenda Sue.

Don't be too hard on her, Miss Cabot.

Victoria, please.

Victoria.

I mean, for sure, Glenda Sue made me feel like a mountain caved in on me last

night, but I'm as proud of her now as the night she spent in the barn nursing

baby goat.

You raised her well.

Well, maybe I did a few things right.

Just like you did.

We're kind of the same.

We are?

Well, you've got this fine hotel.

I've got a mountain full of mines that I drilled.

We both... made something that will outlive us.

Mr. Evans, you have a touch of the poet.

Well, I guess I can still get a beautiful woman's attention.

You tell a woman she's beautiful, and you've always got her attention.

You, uh, never felt the urge to remarry?

Never be afraid to ask. That's a rule I live by.

There have been a couple of times.

And you?

After Rose passed on, there ain't an awful lot of temptation in the mind.

I've been looking all over for you, darling. I was with Duncan. I saw you

Mrs. Cabot. What were you talking about?

New Mexico, mostly.

That is one fine lady.

Don't you know what you've done, Daddy? I'll never be able to face her again.

We're having dinner tonight.

Look, I got some old pictures.

You're having dinner with Mrs. Cabot? Here's one when you was in the high

choir. You remember that pretty song you loved so much? What?

It was about coal miners' daughter.

You sang that just like Loretta Lynn. Daddy, you can't possibly have dinner

Mrs. Cabot.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

You're from two different worlds.

Look, you don't have to stay here. I'll give you some money and... I don't need

your money, Glenda Sue.

If you'd have just quit flannel -mouthing, I could have told you about

I bought in New Mexico.

New Mexico?

All I come here for was us to have a little time together.

And to ask you to come visit me once in a blue moon. Well, how was I supposed to

know? Why didn't you tell me? I tried.

Maybe if you'd stop listening to yourself so much, you'd hear me and be a

daughter again.

I just know you can't be that selfish little princess you've turned yourself

into. Daddy, don't. Please don't. I'll leave tomorrow.

I won't interfere with your life anymore.

But before I go, I surely do intend to have dinner with Victoria Cabot.

How about the traffic planners convention?

The stock's okay.

No problem. Next Tuesday, right?

Suburban, urban, and bourbon.

Mr. McDermott, sir, please. Would you like to join me?

Oh, I wish I could. I'm due upstairs. Maybe later.

Oh, sure. I understand.

Is there anything, uh... Natalie, uh, likes you.

Excuse me?

Well, I sent her away. I thought maybe you wouldn't mind going to her.

She needs a man like you.

Listen, maybe you should go easy on that stuff.

The fruit of life?

Well, at least now she's free.

No more dragging me around. No more picking me up. No more dropping me.

I'm kind of a messy drunk.

I just don't know what I'm saying, Mr. Emmett.

Suppose I help you back upstairs.

Will you do me a favor and don't try and make my problem sound like it's some

headache that I've got to sleep off?

Look, Natalie's a very special person.

It seems to me like you'd want to try and get her back on your team.

I'm not going to hurt her again.

Ever. Again.

It's all so terribly dangerous.

Man tries to cut through a billion years of coal with a power drill.

Stands to reason the mountain's going to try to fight back.

I've heard so much about that awful black nun. I got a touch of that myself.

Tyler, is it serious?

Kind of slowed me down some.

Slow?

Tyler Evans, you only arrived yesterday. We've already had dinner together.

That's...

You're the only man except my husband who danced like this.

If you was mine, Victoria, we'd go dancing every Saturday night.

Oh, I think that'd make me very happy.

Hello?

Oh, Mother.

You got my message.

Yes, I'm finally leaving him.

He just doesn't believe that I love him.

I can't keep lying to him.

I know.

Okay, tonight. I love you, too.

Bye.

What do you mean?

You can't keep lying to him. What do you mean?

I told you, I can't take this anymore.

Something the doctor said or what? Something you're not telling me?

No.

What's going on?

I'm just upset, that's all.

You're hiding something.

Tell me.

Jeremy, please.

You always act so guilty.

You give up everything to look after me.

You let me walk all over you.

It's like a sentence you got to serve.

Anyone would think that you were the one who... Oh,

God.

No.

Jeremy, I didn't know what to do.

Oh, God.

You?

How could I tell you I love you?

You did this to me?

I couldn't go on living if you hated me.

Please tell Victoria I'll call her. Jeremy said you were leaving.

I tried to make him happy. I did everything I could.

Look, it's late. Why don't I just get you another room?

I can't stay here.

I'm going home.

Well, if you don't want to stay here, at least let me call another hotel for

you. It's all my fault.

You don't know what you're saying. Come on.

Peter, help me.

I have to tell someone the truth.

Hi. Christine.

Why don't you do me a favor and let me enjoy being miserable by myself?

Thought you'd like to know everyone's very taken with your father's dancing in

the highway.

Especially Mrs. Cabot. Yeah, he always did have a way on the dance floor.

Danced Mama right into her grave.

Do you really blame him for that?

Life and death are different in the hill.

Yeah.

You know, I always believed my father broke my mother's heart long before she

got cancer.

That he was mean and unloving.

And after I left home, suddenly...

I didn't remember all the terrible things.

I started thinking about how much he had done for us.

You know, you're like me. You come from dirt poor folk, and yet I've never been

able to understand why you were so open about it. Oh, I don't ever want to go

back to that town to live.

But if it made me what I am, I'm not ashamed of it.

Don't you think I'd like to go to him and not be ashamed? But I can't ever go

back to that mountain.

Well, who says you have to?

But family isn't something you can put on and take off like an old coat.

I miss my mama so much.

Maybe now you know what your father feels.

Are you really leaving in the morning?

I'm a man that's used to leaving the house before dawn.

I wish I could travel the way you're going to.

Across the South Way.

What's stopping you?

Obligations. The St. Gregory.

Life.

Life's what you choose it to be.

It's how you do it. It's just how you do it.

As if anyone really chooses anything.

Linda Sue did.

She made her final decision about me.

Give her time.

A woman's final decision is rarely final.

Supposing you was to choose to go with me to get those boots of Jesse James?

Sometimes.

When you need to make a choice.

And you don't.

That is a choice.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but we've been asked to sing a special song

a very special guest tonight.

Well, I was born The coal miner's daughter

In a cabin

On a hill in Butcher Hollow We were

poor but we had love That's the

one thing that Daddy made so wrong Shoveled coal

to make a poor man's doll I think this is our dance, Daddy.

Yeah, I'm proud

What's going on?

Elizabeth just called me.

There's someone she wants you to meet.

Goodbye, Lisa. You're going to be wonderful.

Bye, Chris.

I needed a friend last night.

I'm glad you were there.

Forget it.

I would have just run away from everybody without explaining.

So you're still going home?

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Sometimes it has to hurt before you know there's any feeling there.

He came to see me last night.

Last night, the only thing I could think about was revenge, hurting

you.

Jeremy, how can I blame you for that?

I'm so sorry.

Well, feeling sorry is going to do neither one of us any good.

At least you'll be better off without me.

I know that now And I know I've got to figure out a way to put myself back

together again.

Do you know how to do that?

Yeah, I think so

I

can't do it alone.

I Love you Natalie

Not exactly the boots of Jesse James, but I thought you'd like them.

Mighty fine boots, Victoria.

I reckon I can strike a match on those boots without ever burning my foot.

Thank you.

You struck enough sparks with Duncan's mother this morning.

It was pretty sneaky the way you had her dancing around my breakfast table.

Me? She was leading.

And having the time of her life.

Been a lovely weekend, Tyler.

Linda Sue and Duncan are waiting in the car.

They're going to be getting themselves a ticket if I don't get myself in

locomotion. I hate to say goodbye.

But I hear New Mexico is beautiful in the fall.

Well, maybe you'll come visit it sometime.

Let me know when they're playing our kind of music.

You want your dance card filled, you just give me a holler, darling.

Bye -bye.

Looks like Elizabeth was wrong.

About what?

Well, she said coal and diamonds don't mix.

It's how you do it, darling.

It's just how you do it.