coal mine would have a cave-in?
I intended to be with you
on our honeymoon.
Instead of two weeks in Atlantic City
with my bridegroom...
...I spent two weeks in a mine
with John Kruptzky.
You deny it?
We beat the whole country
on that story!
That isnt what I got married for!
Oh, what is the good?
Look, Walter.
I came to tell you to stop
phoning me a dozen times a day...
...sending me telegrams...
coal in a furnace,
Mum. I dont think Ill be wearing them.
Youll be wearing them
when you go ashore in America.
Yeah, well, that could be
months from now.
If you wanted a seafaring life...
...couldnt you have
signed up for the Mersey Ferry?
At least youd be home
for your supper every night.
I sometimes feel
youre not telling me everything.
I just need a break
from the yard, Molly.
Ill be back befo
coal mine.
Cave-in happens, only the dog gets out.
Cause dogs are smaller, usually.
And its the dog that runs up the hill and rings the bell.
Holy crap, thats beautiful.
-Im choked up. -I got goose bumps.
Lassie pictures always gross high.
Instead of a disease, we give the kid a dog?
-There is no kid. The kids a dog. -Could be just what the movie needs.
Lets ask the writer. What do you think, Pet
Silence. Norland Park, a large country house built in the early part of the eighteenth century, lies in the moonlit parkland.
2 INT. NORLAND PARK. MR DASHWOODS BEDROOM. NIGHT.
In the dim light shed by candles we see a bed in which a MAN (MR DASHWOOD, 52) lies his skin waxy, his breathing laboured. Around him two silhouettes move and murmur, their clothing susurrating in the deathly hush. DOCTORS.
coal...
and youll be playin linebacker next fall.
Whats the matter, Homer? Not cut out for mining coal?
Me neither.
Lets get that mess cleaned up!
Lets get some cribbin on that roof!
Buck up, Homer. Youre a Coalwood boy.
When you get down in the mine, get that coal shovel in your hand...
feel just as natural to you as a tick on a dog.
Get that slate off the loader!
Its the radio signal transmitte