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Norma Rae Script
Norma Rae Script
I'm dietin'.
I soaked my feet.
Mama?
Mama?
Mama?
Mama?
Well...
I did it.
Things.
Mm-hm.
Hi.
Mr Wichard?
That's right. Vernon Wichard. Who are you?
or crooks, or Jews,
or all four rolled together.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
Hi.
Hey.
No.
I wasn't countin'.
I don't know...
It just doesn't make me feel good.
Go like this.
No, I don't think so. You want aspirin?
No, thanks.
- Band-Aid?
- No.
- Valium?
- You're a whole drugstore.
Me and men.
Dorothy Finkelstein.
Hey.
- I'm Norma Rae Wilson.
- Reuben Warshawsky.
- What?
- That sure as heck wouldn't be my daddy.
You a Jew?
- Well, we are.
- You are?
History.
Oh.
Got it now?
Hey!
Well...
- Yeah.
- My name's Jimmy Jerome Davis.
Asshole.
Maybe he wants to
make it breakfast, Norma Rae.
Whatever it is, I didn't do it.
Whoo!
Thank you.
- Hi, Weona.
- Hi, Norma.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Excuse me a minute.
Hello, Norma.
- Hey, Ellis.
- You're lookin' fine.
How's Craig?
He lost a tooth.
Two, please.
Thank you.
Hey.
I won't trouble you. I just came to apologise.
I know.
Well...
- Sonny Webster?
- Yeah.
Mm?
Listen.
Hey!
- Come on over!
- Come on, Reuben! Jeez!
- You're workin'?
- Yes.
- This is a bar.
- Drunk or sober, I want 'em.
- You did?
- Yeah. We had wood shop together.
Yeah, God.
This way.
Easy. Easy.
You OK?
- Come on.
- I'd help you, but I think I'd give it up too.
One's better.
Hey, Lucius!
Mornin', Linette!
Linette?
Fink!
Well, shit!
- Good mornin'!
- Mornin'!
- Hey.
- Hey.
All of you?
Craig.
Bye!
- Bye, Mama!
- Bye-bye!
Bye, Grandma!
This is Alice.
She's mine.
Look at this!
We're alone.
Kiss me.
Thank you.
And, uh...
On October th,
my grandfather,
One.
ye shall inherit."
Thank you.
- Next time.
- Uh-huh. If I have to drag 'em.
Hey!
Thank you.
Mornin'!
Mr Buffum?
Good morning.
It's there.
Ah, yes.
No unión organiser,
not even a known unión member
Briggs!
Thank you.
Good morning!
Good morning.
Nice.
Hey, Reuben?
Hey!
- You busy?
- Oh, yeah. Very busy.
Jeez!
Well...
Mm-hm.
What is that?
- I'd do that.
- Uh-huh. But would you take the pencil?
- Bygone days.
- Well... then pin it on me for bygone days.
Oh, good, Wayne! I'm so proud of you!
Is that right?
- Hey, Reverend!
- Norma, you caught me in my shirtsleeves.
Oh, that's OK.
OK.
Please.
people out of .
Oh, Jeez.
Craig?
- What?
- I think he was takin' this thing off.
- I know that.
- You makin' a baseball bat or somethin'?
No, no.
- I always have.
- You always have, huh?
- Yeah.
- Ow!
- Hey, Robert!
- Hi, Norma!
Thank you.
Whoo!
It is hot.
Great!
Best food.
Opera. Theatre.
Ballet.
Oy vey!
God!
Reuben...
I tried that.
Well...
What?
Oh, shoot!
- Is that right?
- That's right. That's right.
Damn TV dinners,
kids goin' around in dirty jeans!
Altogether!
You want cookin'?
Norma.
Norma!
Hey.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Shh.
Listen...
I'm gonna come over there
one of these nights real soon
- OK.
- OK.
OK.
I guess so.
Dorothy?
Books.
Oh, madame, your dinner.
No.
He was a poet.
- Is he hard to read?
- Ah.
Ah.
- So why should I bother?
- Cos maybe he has somethin' to say to you.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Good.
Ew!
Hey, Warren!
Warren!
What's happened?
Nobody came to the meeting.
Oh, man.
Now, there are six turnips
and two quarts of water in there.
Lucius, in a minute.
Mavis.
Rhonda.
Hey, Betty.
Come on.
Mouth.
OK.
Who's she?
Hm?
Is that right?
Well, now that you're here, I might as well
give you my shoppin' list. Let me see.
- Gettin' fat.
- Put on a couple of pound.
- We're worried.
- That makes three of us.
This is a small
Southern Baptist town, Reuben.
- Show it to me.
- Oh, come on.
Yeah.
Um...
OK.
Hey!
Break it up!
"...dom-in-ate... it...
and... control... it...
"If... now..."
"If now..."
Damn!
"If..."
- Thanks a lot.
- Hey!
- "...that... where..."
- You can't copy this letter!
"...occur. Strikes..."
- Hello, Norma.
- Mr Mason. You know who I am. "...means..."
"...jobs."
Mr Mason, I started this
and I'm gonna finish it.
"...serious violence."
- Norma Rae...
- Forget it!
Lamar...
- No!
- Get her feet in there.
- No!
- Get in there, now.
- No! No!
- Get in there.
No!
Occupation, textile.
Arrest number B.
Craig.
I'm ajailbird.
Millie...
Craig...
I wasn't never married to your daddy.
I made mistakes.
Go to the bathroom
before you get back into bed.
I busted my shoelace.
No.
gettin' sick...
gettin' old.
Just you.
Folks...
Well...
"Well"?
Well.
Well!
- Live.
- Yeah.
What else?
You did?
A lot.
A mitzvah.
- What's that?!
- What is that?!
That's a good work.
Be happy. Be well.
Same to you.
I...
I do.