LUKE AND KATE ARE SITTING AT THE KITCHEN TABLE DISCUSSING THE SITUATION, NOW THAT KATE'S MOTHER HAS MOVED IN.

So, is this arrangement going to last a while, Sugar Babe? I don't know how long I can put a lid on my normal level of cursing.

(beat)

Tell me again why she takes such offense at using filthy language?

Well, she was brought up as a strict bible-thumping lady. She has no use for bad words.

Well, what about the "gol' durns", Grampa uses constantly?

Got to go, too!

She particularly hates the "gol'" part. Just another euphemism for the Almighty in her book.

Well, good luck making him stop using that phrase!

Good luck to me? How about, good luck to you! You're gonna make him stop.

LUKE STANDS BOLT UPRIGHT.

Oh, no! That will be a Kate job. Yes sir!

Nope. You.

Let's put it this way, it's your job unless you want to begin sleeping on the couch, or in the barn, or wherever,, just not with me. Mother and I won't care.

You can't be serious!

I'll just go move some of her things into your closet.

KATE FEIGNS GETTING UP TO MAKE THE MOVE.

'Scuse me.

(pushing Kate back down)

OK, OK. I will go see what I can do.

LUKE GOES OUTSIDE TO FIND AMOS. THEY MEET OUT AT THE BARN.

AMOS IS IN FULL THROAT CALLING OUT THE MOVES PEPINO SHOULD MAKE TO SNEAK UP ON A BULL THAT NEEDS BRANDING.

GO OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF HIM! ... YEAH, THAT SIDE ... NOW GRAB HIS HORN ...

(to Luke)

That dumb Mex couldn't catch my mother.

Grampa, we need to talk.

PEPINA, STAND STILL AND WAVE THAT FLAG AT 'IM... YEAH... GOOD... NOW YOU'VE GOT HIS ATTENTION...

THE BULL PEPINO IS TRYING TO CATCH STARTS TO PAW THE GROUND, MENACINGLY.

(to Luke)

Uh, oh. Pepina may have gone too gol' durn far.

But, he only did what you told him to do!

PEPINA, RUN FOR THE NEAREST WOODEN BARRIER! HURRY! RUN!

(to Luke)

He'll never make it.

THE BULL CATCHES PEPINO AND FLIPS HIM ABOUT 20 FT. IN THE AIR, CAUSING HIM TO LAND ON HIS HEAD ON A PATCH OF CONCRETE.

Ooh! That's gotta hurt!

I don't think Pepina will be able to work again for a few days. Gol' durn it!

Ah, Grampa, about the "gol' durn!" expression ... we think, I mean, Kate and her mom think, that it is much too vulgar and blasphemous to utter around here any more.

Kate's mom? Are you kidding me?!

I heard her giving it to the milk man the other day for delivering semi-spoiled milk. "Gol' durn" is tame compared to what she said to him.

Well, all I know is, if you don't stop saying those words, I get to sleep elsewhere!

So, she played that card!

Well, why don't you do what I did when your grandma used to try that with me.

What did you do?

I rented a room in town with a direct line of sight through the window into the YWCA showers. Sure, it wasn't the same, but it made the time pass faster. 'Course, the windows had no shades or curtains then.

Bulls**t! I mean, gol' durn!