Urban Cowboy

Sissy:
My legs are sweatin', momma.

Sissy:
You a real cowboy?

Bud:
Depends on what you think a real cowboy is?

Sissy:
Can you 2-step?

Bud:
Course.

Sissy:
Wanna prove it?

Aunt Corene:
Damn Bud, Ya'll live like pigs!

Sissy:
I got a thumb, I got a middle finger!

Uncle Bob:
Uh-oh, get out the Alka-Seltzer.

Bud:
What happened to your face?

Sissy:
Got hit.

Bud:
All cowboys ain't dumb. Some of 'em got smarts real good, like me.

Bud:
You have to understand that there are some things a girl just can't do.

Sissy:
Name one.

Marshall:
Piss on a wall, get laid with your pants on...

Sissy:
Who'd want to?

Sissy:
Uncle Bob wanted you to be happy. Are you happy?

Bud:
Yep, yes I am. You?

Sissy:
Yep, I finally got what I wanted. I got a real cowboy.

Bud:
And I got what I wanted. I finally got myself a real lady.

Pam:
Bud, the family car's waiting.

Bud:
The family car's waiting.

Uncle Bob:
You know, Bud; pride is one of those seven deadly. I almost lost Corrine and the kids before I got a throat big enough to swallow mine. It choked some goin' down, but I realized that without her and them kids I'd just be another pile of dog sh*t in the canteloupe patch.

Pam:
You did it for her; you didn't win this rodeo for me. You wanted her to see you win.

Bud:
Pam, wht are you talkin' about? I don't have time for this right now.

Pam:
Listen, I'm a sh*t, but I'm not that big a sh*t. That day you came home and the house was clean; I didn't do it, Sissy was there. She left you a note to call her but I tore it up. I guess I just didn't want to lose my cowboy.

Bud:
I gotta go.

Pam:
Yeah; but if you ever want to make her jealous; you know where to find me.

Sissy:
Well, I just thought we would go to McDonalds.

Sissy:
You a real cowboy?

Bud:
Well that depends on what you think a real cowboy is.

Sissy:
I saw you here the other night, you had a beard right? You shouldn't have shaved it, I thought it looked good.

Bud:
Damn, who asked you?

Sissy:
No one. [pause] Know how to two step?

Bud:
Yup.

Sissy:
[pause] Wanna prove it?

Bud:
Alright.

Bud:
How are you gonna get home?

Sissy:
I got a thumb, I got a middle finger!

Bud:
Fine, forget it.

Sissy:
Fine, forget it.

Uncle Bob:
You know Bud; sometimes even a cowboy's gotta swallow his pride to hold on to somebody he loves.

Bud:
What do you mean?

Uncle Bob:
Hell I know, I pretty near lost Corrine and the kids a couple of times just 'cause of pride. You know you think that ol' pride's gonna choke you going down but I tell you what ain't a night goes by I don't thank the boss up there for giving me a big enough throat. 'Cause without Corrine and them kids hell I'd just be another pile of dog sh*t in the cantaloupe patch just drawing flies.

Bud:
I guess so.

Uncle Bob:
Think about it Bud, pride's one of those seven deadlies you know what I mean?

[Bud is upset that Sissy left before he got the rodeo prize.]

Pam:
You did it for her; didn't you?

Bud:
What?

Pam:
Practicing, winning, all that, didn't you?

Bud:
What are you talkin' about?

Pam:
Because you sure didn't do it for me.

Bud:
Pam, this ain't no time to start this with me, what are you talking about?

Pam:
Look, I'm a sh*t, but I'm not that big a sh*t. I have to tell you something, remember when you came home from ridding on the bull that first time and the trailer was all clean and flowers around; I didn't do that, Sissy did it, she was there. She left you a note asking you to phone her. I tore it up, cause I was sorta jealous. I wanted to keep my cowboy. You don't love me Bud, and I don't really love you, not like that. So you shouldn't let her get away. But I tell you what, if you ever wanna make her jealous you know where I am.

Bud:
I gotta go.

[Bud sees an ugly bruise on Sissy's face left by Wes.]

Bud:
What happened to your face?

Sissy:
Got hit.

Bud:
Did he hit you? Goddamnit, I'm gonna kill that son of a b*tch!

Sissy:
Bud, no just leave him alone. BUD!

Bud to Sissy:

I’m regretful all the way back to the first time I hit ya.

Seems like I heard this at one time in the movie.

- Paul B.

Plant Supervisor:
[Bud is interviewing for a job at the oil refinery where Uncle Bob works] Bud Davis, huh?

Bud:
My, my full name is Buford Uon Davis, but nobody calls me Buford 'cept my Grandmother, and she's half Indian. My initials are B.U.D., it spells Bud.

Plant Supervisor:
[mildly annoyed] I can spell, boy. [looks at application more closely] Which pipeline? There ain't one in Spur.

Bud:
Yes there is. Came in last Spring. I was workin' on insulatin' it. Uncle Bob told me you was hiring, so I thought I'd come and check it out.

Plant Supervisor:
Most of our insulating we contract out. But I can start you as a general helper. A flunky, a gofer.You know what a gofer is, boy?

Bud:
I think it means, you know, "go for" things. [pause] Or it could mean you're an animal.

Plant Supervisor:
Around here they're on the same level. Start you at the bottom. You work up. [Looks at Bud intensely] I wanna tell you one thing. You're gettin' this job because of your Uncle Bob. He's been here a long time and he's a damn good man. [pause] I'll tell you one thing more. You're gonna have to lose that beard. It's regulation if you have to wear any kind of a fresh-air mask.

Bud:
Now, you gotta learn something - there are just certain things a girl can't do.

Sissy:
Name one.

Marshall:
I can name several, like pissing on the side of a wall, getting laid while your pants are still on...

Sissy:
Why would you want to?

Bud:
How are you gonna get home?

Sissy:
I got a thumb, I got a middle finger!

Bud:
Come on, Sissy.

Sissy:
Look, Bud, you hit me!

Bud:
I didn't hit you that hard! You don't know what hard is.

Sissy:
Just leave me alone.

Bud:
Fine, forget it.

Sissy:
"Fine, forget it."

Bud:
There's certain things a man wants from his wife. Like to be here when he gets home and to cook once in a while and clean up. Make good love to him. [pause] Look, I know that's good, OK? But that ain't enough.

Sissy:
I just thought we'd go to McDonald's.

Bud:
Goddammit! McDonald's again?!

Sissy:
Sh*t I work, too! You're making out like I have nothing to do all day!

Bud:
[about his aunt] That's what I told her! I said you worked! She said we live like pigs!

Sissy:
She said that? Look, I don't wanna fight with you.

Bud:
Well, I don't wanna fight either. Wanna go to Gilley's tonight?

Sissy:
No.

Bud:
Come here. Come here. You mad at me? Come on, let's go to Gilley's. It'll make us feel better.

Sissy:
OK.

Bud:
[about Wes] You layin' him?

Sissy:
I ain't layin' him.

Bud:
You lied to me.

Sissy:
I was with Jessie, but I just didn't say where.

Bud:
My daddy once told me if a woman'll lie about one thing, she'll lie about another.

Sissy:
Bud, will you just take off your shirt?

Bud:
Just get away from me! I don't need your help and I don't want your help. I don't want you showin' off on that goddamn bull no more, neither.

Sissy:
I wasn't showin' off!

Bud:
What the hell do you call it if you don't call it showin' off?! Huh?!

Sissy:
I call it riding it.

Bud:
Oh, just riding it, huh?

Sissy:
That's right, riding it. And I'm gonna ride it again and again, as much as I want to!

Bud:
No, you're not. You think you are, but you ain't.

Sissy:
You know, you're not my daddy! You can't tell me what to do!

Bud:
Look, I'm the next best thing better than your daddy. I'm your husband, and I say you ain't never riding it, ever!

Sissy:
I think you're just jealous 'cause I can ride it better than you.

Bud:
I'm what?!

Sissy:
Bud! You hit me! [Bud forces her down the hall] Cut it out! Stop it!

Bud:
Come on! Get out!

Sissy:
Where am I gonna go?!

Bud:
Go see your daddy! You like him better. [slams the door and as Sissy heads to her car, Bud tosses her the keys] Here, take your keys!

Sissy:
Fine! [catches the keys]

Bud:
[kicks a trashcan] Goddamn it!

Bud:
What does your daddy do?

Pam:
Daddy does oil - and all that that implies.

Bud:
Sissy! Sissy?

Sissy:
Get outta here, Bud. I mean it!

Bud:
I gotta talk to you.

Sissy:
Wes is in Gilley's and we're leavin'.

Bud:
I know you're leavin', but I just wanted to tell you somethin'. I'm hard-headed, and I'm prideful. And I wanna apologize clear back to when I hit you the first time. I love you, Sissy.

Sissy:
I love you, too, Bud!

Bud:
You do? I didn't know you came to the trailer that day. If I'd known that, I'd have called you. But she tore up that note. Sh*t, you can ride that bull anytime.

Sissy:
I don't wanna ride it!

Bud:
And screw Mexico because we can do anythin' we want! I got... [Bud sees an ugly bruise on Sissy's face left by Wes.] What happened to your face?

Sissy:
Got hit.

Bud:
[about Wes] Did he hit you? Goddamn it, I'm gonna kill that son of a b*tch!

Sissy:
Bud, no just leave him alone. BUD!

Bud Davis:
What the hell was that? What's he tippin' his hat at you for? Don't he know we're married? [to Wes] Hey Tattoo! You see this here. That there's a wedding ring. That means we're married! She's mine, okay?

Wes Hightower:
[to Sissy] You can't expect a man like me to be faithful to any woman.