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♪ Travel down the road
And back again ♪

♪ Your heart is true ♪

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And a confidante ♪

♪ And if you threw
A party ♪

♪ Invited everyone
You knew ♪

♪ You would see ♪

♪ The biggest gift
Would be from me ♪

♪ And the card attached
Would say ♪

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

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♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

Okay.

Okay, you guys ready?

Say goodbye.

(high voice)
Oh, no! Please!

‐(whistles)
‐Now, Chuy, remember,

everything's got to be
just right today.

A very important group
is checking in‐‐

The daughters
of the traditional south.

And I want dinner
to be perfect.

What do you want me to do,
uh, cook a possum
or somethin'?

Chuy, this means
a lot to me.

Well, I took care of the rooms
for your southern belles
like you asked.

I put a mint
on every pillow.

Sophia, you put
a Feen‐a‐mint
on every pillow.

Oh, I guess
that around 2:00 a.m.
the south will rise again.

Hi, Oliver.
Did you finish
your homework?

Are we doing this
every day?

I finished my science.
I'll do my math later.

Maybe I'd better look
at your science. Just to
be sure it's all right.

Fine.

It's on the
electromagnetic pull

of astral black holes
and their effect
on ultraviolet rays.

Uh‐huh. Well,
this looks fine.

Hi. Uh,
reservation
for Smith.

Would you sign
here, please?

Blanche, do you see
that couple over there?

‐Don't look.
‐What about them?

Oh, come on.
Don't tell me
you don't see.

Don't look!

What about them,
Rose?

He told me
his name was Smith,
and I know it isn't.

Now, do you know
what that means?

Yeah. That room's going
to be available again
in a couple of hours.

Here you go,
Mr. Smith.
Room 207.

Why did you
do that,
Blanche?

I used to work with
that man's wife.

I've seen him at
Christmas parties.

Oh, thank God he didn't
recognize me without
my elf costume.

Aren't you glad
we decided

you shouldn't wear
your elf costume here?

There was nothing
to decide.

Didn't make much
sense to wear it after
you cut the bells off.

The point is,

there is sin
going on
in our hotel.

Rose, I'm sorry,
but that's
one glass house

I really
don't feel qualified
to throw stones at.

‐But it's wrong.
‐Roland:
What's wrong?

Oh, Rose
is on a snit

because some guy
is shacked up
in 207.

‐(chuckles)
‐I know his wife.
It's wrong.

Well, wait a minute, Rose.
We're in the hotel business.

Now, it's not up to us
to make

moral judgements
about the people
staying in the hotel.

Daughters of the
traditional south?

Those bigots
in bonnets aren't
staying in this hotel.

Roland, there is
nothing wrong

with the daughters
of the traditional
south.

Oh, I see when they put
those sheets on
over their heads,

it must be some kind of salute
to Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Oh, when is that?

Roland, this is
not that kind
of organization.

Are you telling me
you really don't see
who these women are?

I am telling you
that I see ten
rooms in our hotel

rented for
three nights

at a time when we
desperately need
the business.

You are overreacting.
This is just a bunch
of harmless little old ladies

who like to get together
and wear white gloves
and have tea.

And as you said,

it's not our business
to pass judgment
on our guests.

We're here to make
people feel welcome.

Fine.

Where are
you going?

Oh, uh, to get
my jockey suit
and lantern.

Imma go stand
on the front lawn,
make 'em feel right at home.

Well, this just
doesn't seem fair.

Rose.

How come he
gets to dress up
and I don't?

Rose,
take table five.

Oh, no.
Not them.

Do you know
what they're
doing here?

I have a pretty
good idea.

I haven't seen
drooling like that
since they sat me

at the zombie table
at Shady Pines.

Good evening, sir.

And how is
your wife
tonight?

Uh, fine,
thank you.
(clears throat)

All right,
what will
you have?

Gee,
I'm not
sure yet.

Honey, should we
have some wine
while we decide?

Sure, uh,
what do
you suggest?

I have a lovely
chardonnay that
might be nice

before you burn
in hell for the
rest of your lives.

Rose, honey,
as a general rule,
don't damn the guests.

I'm sorry, but this
is a very personal
matter to me.

I've seen this
all before. Let me
tell you a little story

about a couple I knew
back in St. Olaf.

He was strong,
and she was docile,

almost contented,
you might say.

And they were married
in a pasture where
they used to graze.

‐It was a lovely wedding‐‐
‐Wait, wait, wait.
Graze?

Oh, yes.
They were cows.

But anyway...

A few moments after
the ceremony ended,

when they were leading
the bride back to the barn
to cut her out of her dress,

the unspeakable happened.

‐The unspeakable?
‐Yes.

Yes,
another cow...
Floozy...

A shameless,
painted cow who'd let
anybody milk her...

Well,
she began
to make eyes at Tim.

Tim? Who's Tim?

The bull. Roland,
stay with me on this.

Anyway, all I know
is that wedding ring wasn't
in Tim's nose five minutes

before he
caught Floozy's eye.

Oh, sure,
we all turned
our backs

and tried to pretend
we couldn't hear
what was going on, but...

But how can
you not hear
the cowbells?

Oh, those bells...

those awful, awful bells.
I can still hear
them clanging.

Not so cute when
she's telling the
cow story, is she?

The point is I can still
remember the look
on Betsy's face

when she found
out about Tim

and I don't wanna
put anybody through
that ever again.

Rose, I have
a suggestion

you have to learn to
keep your feelings about
the hotel guests to yourself.

No, I'm sorry,
but I don't see
any difference

in my thinking
this thing with
the Smiths is wrong

and you thinking Blanche letting
the daughters of the traditional
South stay here is wrong.

Wait a minute.

‐(loudly) Are you kidding me?
‐Shh!

(softly) Are you
kidding me?

You are equating two people
fooling around having
a good time

with someone showing
complete disregard for
an entire race of people

Blanche isn't
like that.

You don't know her.
True, she may come
from the old style

but she's a very
modern thing,

♪ Den I wish
I was in Dixie,
Hoo‐ray! Hoo‐ray ♪

♪ In Dixie land,
I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie ♪

♪ Away, away,
Away down
South in... ♪

And the sad thing
is she isn't even
wearing a hoop

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait up, you're not
hanging that flag in here.

Well, of course I am.

Blanche, do you
know what this
flag represents?

This flag belonged
to big, big granddaddy
Hollingsworth.

He used to bring it
to all our fine old
Southern family picnics,

where all
the cousins
would gather.

Everybody
was courteous
and mannerly,

and gentlemen
would ask ladies

for the favor
of a dance.

And cousin Rex
would be home
on vacation

from Colonel Bob's
school for
Bad Boys.

And he'd ask me
for the favor

other than
the dancing favor,
and we'd...

Ahh,
it's a grand
old flag.

Wait a minute.
Now I get it, this is just
good old‐fashioned fun.

‐Yes.
‐Okay.

Well say, how about
on Tuesday nights

we hang the Nazi flag,
hire an Oompah Band,

and dress
you up like
Eva Braun?

This is not
the same as
the Nazi flag.

Yeah, well, it is
to me, Blanche.

Look,
when you look
at this flag,

you see
some southern
fairy tale

with the guy who
looks like Burl Ives
dressed in a white suit

tippin' his hat to you,
saying, "Evenin',
Miss Blanche."

Evening.

Oh, I'm sorry, Roland,
you were making
a point?

That's not funny,
Blanche.

Well, that's
ancient history
and you know it.

Things aren't
like that anymore.

Uh‐oh.
Here they come.

So are
we going to
check them in?

Can we afford
not to?

After they're
checked in, Blanche,

I want
this flag
to come down.

Well, welcome, ladies,
to The Golden Palace.
(chuckles)

Please don't
eat the mints.

What's doing,
Rose?

Oh, it's pretty quiet.

I've just been
calling the Smiths
every minute and a half

so they won't
have time to start
rolling around.

That's great I did the
same thing on Dorothy
and Stan's honeymoon.

Drove them crazy.

You might want
to try it with
a German accent.

Sophia,
you're terrible.

Achtung!

(in German accent)
Your strudel
is ready und‐‐

I'm sorry.
Wrong number.

Thanks.

They sounded
scared. (chuckles)

May I help you?

Yes.
A reservation for
Mr. And Mrs. Smith.

I see.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
(chuckles)

Mr. and Mrs. Smith
are here.

That's right...

Mr. Old‐enough
to‐be‐her‐father Smith.

And the lovely Mrs.

this‐sure‐beats‐
doing‐it‐on‐the‐floor‐
at‐the‐office Smith.

First of all, you
can kiss "Employee
of the month" goodbye.

Again?

Look, Rose, I know
these people.

They're regular customers.
They really are the Smiths.

Oh, my gosh.

Achtung.

I'm an
exchange student.

Wait a minute.
Why is that flag
still there?

I guess, Blanche
didn't get
to it yet.

Oh, I see.

‐Hey, what are you doing?
‐I don't want this here,
Blanche

Well, I swear.
If you're not making
such a thing. (chuckles)

You know, I remember once
when big, big granddaddy
Hollingsworth‐‐

Just stop it!

This flag, Mrs. Devereaux,
is not about college
football games

or, or quilting bees
or fried chicken
on Sunday.

It's about colleges
that won't let me in.

It's about companies
that won't hire me.

It is about crosses
being burnt on
people's lawns today.

Not in the evil past,
Blanche. Today!

And not just in the south,
all over. The north
is just as bad.

Damn Yankees. (gasps)

You honestly
don't get this,
do you?

I don't see
where there's
anything to get.

This is
just a flag.

To me, this is just
a bunch of wonderful
family memories.

Well, I don't think I want
to work for anybody
who feels that way.

‐I don't think I can.
‐Why, Roland‐‐

I'm just going to look
for another job, Blanche.

Well...

Hey, Chuy,

what's this
on tomorrow's
lunch menu?

"Sausage
on split bread"?

That's a hot dog.
Who's going
to want that?

Let me
tell you
something.

I have seen people,
lots of people

like thousands
of people

line up
for a little
piece of sausage.

And they do it
because it's the
only food available.

And they suffer
in silence

as they inch up
towards the head
of the line

with the rain
beating down
on them.

So don't tell me
I don't know
what people want.

Was that bad
in the Barrio?

No. It was last Sunday
at the Dolphins game.

Listen,
do you think
I'm wrong?

Yes.

Well, don't you think
you should let me
finish my sentence?

No.

Look, there's
a couple in this hotel
committing adultery.

I know it's not
the in thing,

but I happen
to believe in
family values.

Oh, don't start
with family values.

After Sal died,
I had to be
a single parent.

And I took care
of Dorothy
the best I could.

Oh, Sophia,
Dorothy took care
of you.

Oh, that would
explain the free food.

Well, I still
think we should
have a policy

against people
coming to our hotel
to commit adultery.

Rose, will you
loosen up?

Now,
don't tell me
you never went

to a hotel to have
a little fun.

Well, I may have gone,
but not with somebody
else's husband.

Well, actually, once,
I did wind up
in a hotel bed

with someone other
than Charlie, but it was
an accident. I swear it!

You had an affair,
Rose Nylund, little miss
goody two shoes?

Well, I'm shocked.
I don't know what to say.

It wasn't
an affair,
technically.

See, Charlie
and I used
to go to this

St. Olaf hotel
every few months

to spice things up.

We'd have a nice dinner
and go up to our room

and dress up
like our favorite
storybook characters...

And then
make love.
Nothing unusual.

Perfectly normal.
Yikes.

Well, one night,
Charlie went in
the bathroom to put on‐‐

Well, this is
a little embarrassing.

Oh, come on Rose,
we're all adults here.

There's nothing to
be embarrassed about,
come on.

He went in to dress up
like the Big Bad Wolf.

(laughing)

Sick.
She's sick.

Now, stop it.

I'm sorry.
I just don't
understand

about people who
have to dress up like
storybook characters.

Of course I was lucky.
Without his clothing,

My Sal looked like
Wee Willie Winkie
anyway.

(laughing)

Can I finish my story?

Well, when he went
into the bathroom,
I turned out the lights.

Wait a minute, Rose.
Why would you bother
putting on costumes,

then turn
out the lights?

Now I do feel silly.

Blanche:
Oh...

Rose...
The affair.

(sighs) Well,
we wanted to
order room service,

but the St. Olaf hotel
doesn't have it. They
just have dumbwaiters.

Wait, wait, Rose.
Are we talking about
a little elevator dumbwaiter

or just a guy
who was a dumb waiter?

‐Rose:
Little elevator.
‐(softly) Okay.

But the guy who got off it
wasn't that bright, either.

I mean, he saw me in bed,
and he crawled in.

Well, I thought
it was Charlie.

So I said, "Grandma,
what big eyes you have."

(bass voice)
And he said, "The better
to see you with, my dear."

And then I said, "Grandma,
what big teeth you have."

And he said, "The better
to nibble you with,
my dear."

And then Charlie
came out of
the bathroom

and he said, "Who's that
sleeping in my bed?"

I was so confused.

I'll bet.

Well, there I was in my
Red Riding Hood outfit and
Charlie's looking for Goldilocks

Uh‐huh

I guess Charlie
was confused too

because he huffed
and he puffed and he...

actually,
he hyperventilated
and passed out.

Don't take me now, Lord.

Don't let this be
the last story
I ever hear.

(man laughing)

(woman laughing)

man:
Oh...

No. I'm going
to be more tolerant.

woman:
Oh, Harry.
(laughs)

(man laughing)

(man continues laughing)

Rose:
Oh, please.

Wait. I'm sorry.
It won't happen
again.

We're checking
out of 207.

Was something wrong?

Yeah.
This woman's
what's wrong.

‐Rose, what did you do?
‐Nothing.

She completely
invaded our privacy.

Oh, come on.

It's not like
I got in bed
with them.

Okay, so I got
in bed with them.

She started
singing hymns.

And she started
babbling something

about hearing
cowbells ring.

You know, this
used to be a nice,
little discreet hotel.

What are you
turning it into?

We're doing
the best we can.

You shouldn't
have her here.

And you shouldn't
cheat on your wife.

My wife is none
of your business.

It so happens
this woman and I

have a very special,
meaningful relationship.

I won't have you
cheapen it.

Let's go, um...

‐Arlene.
‐Right. Arlene.

‐How could you?
‐I'm sorry.

Rose, we're barely
making ends meet.

‐We cannot afford
to offend any guests.
‐I said, I'm sorry.

‐You did the right thing,
Rose.
‐I did?

I did
the right thing.
I did?

Yeah. Sometimes
what you believe is more
important than business,

Although what some
people believe is
unbelievable.

Now, Roland,
I'm not some
kind of bigot

because I love
this flag

and I resent
that implication.

You just stop
that right now.

(imitates old man)
Oh, yes, Ma'am,
Miss Devereaux.

Old Roland don't
want to cause you
no trouble at all.

You hold on
to that one.
He's a good one.

What did you say?

"He's a good one."

Roland...Wait.

Hey! Roland.

I don't feel like
that woman in there.

I don't feel
that way at all.

But can't you see,
Blanche, that flag ties
what you believe

and what
she believes
together?

Look I'm telling you
the legacy of
that flag is alive

every time I walk down
the street with the group
of my friends

and I see a white person
cross over to the other side

'cause they're afraid.

Or look when
I'm in the elevator

with somebody like you
and you're all huddled over
in the corner

wondering what
I'm going to do.

‐Sometimes I just want
to go "Hooga!"
‐Oh!

Just to break
the tension.

So please don't tell me
about that flag.

I've battled
that flag all my life.

Look, Roland, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything
you have been through,

but what am I supposed
to do what am I supposed
to think

about all my family,
all my friends?

All right,
when I was in school,

maybe I was
a little less sensitive
than I could have been.

(chuckles)

Yeah, but I was just doing
what all my friends
were doing.

They were my friends.

And we were just
acting like everybody
we knew acted.

Oh.

And then that...
When I had
my first baby‐‐

Well, the hospital
was packed and, uh...

And I had to share
a room with a young
black woman.

(exhales sharply)
George made a big stink
about the accommodations

she had to have heard him.

And I know her baby
was as cute as mine.

Cuter, in fact.
Rebecca was
an ugly baby.

Turned out fine.
Ugly baby.

You can get an idea
of how she looked

if you catch Sophia
some morning
with her teeth out.

(inhales sharply)
The point is

what am I supposed
to do and think about
my family now?

What am I supposed to...
to think about all those
people I love?

What am I supposed
to think about me?

Everything I grew up
believing in, all of my
wonderful memories,

they're‐‐ they're all
tarnished now by...

Oh, God.

By the truth.

I owe you
an apology.

No. You don't
owe me nothing.

Will you stay?

Blanche,
you really have
to start listening to me

when I tell you
something is
bothering me,

And I'll try
to understand

why some of
these things mean
so much to you.

The whole world is messed up
right now and I would like
to see that get better.

But, in order
for that to happen,

White people are gonna
have to start making
positive assumptions

when they see
people of color,

And people of color could make
positive assumptions when
they see white people.

Man! Things
are just messed up.

Blanche, let's
just try and get rid
of all the barriers

and just trust
each other, okay?

Right on.

Reservations
for Smith.

Oh, really?

Is there
a Mrs. Smith?

Har har.

No, but there's
a Mr. Jones.

Oh...

Well, that's
a relief. (chuckles)

You just won't believe
what goes on

in the hotel
business. (chuckles)