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[Aug. 18th, 2006|12:39 pm]
[Current Location |home sweet home]
[music |Dixie Chicks Taking the Long Way, courtesy of Ed's daughter]

Ed and Hank
Part 5: Sunday Afternoon

Summary:    A little song,
                             but not a dance,
                                    a little syrup down their pants.*

(*If you know what this is a take-off on you’re probably as old as I am and from the U.S. Hint: MTM)

By myeyesaintblue

Pairing: Ed & Hank
Rating: PG-13 – R(?)
Length: ~2,300 words (Ed jus’ wouldn’ shut up.)
Disclaimer: I know somewhere out there is a guy named Ed and a guy named Hank who at some point in their lives met the amazing Ms. Proulx and told them their story. Well, at least Hank did. Jack and Ennis belong entirely to Ms. Proulx. Technically, so do Ed and Hank. Still making millions off this. Just bought a 2nd home in Jackson Hole.
Feedback: Always appreciated.

Part 1: Friday Night is here: http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/456.html
Part 2: Saturday Morning is here: http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/698.html
Part 3: Saturday Night is here: http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/897.html
Part 4: Sunday Morning is here: http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/1101.html

Links to all other parts and assorted interludes, postcards, etc, are here:

Sunday Afternoon


"Why ya knockin’ Ed? S’your room too. Don’ need ta knock."

“Saw ya sittin’ a’ the computer. ‘Fraid a sneakin’ up on one a them ‘throbbin’ dicks’ again.”

“Well then ya better not come any further ‘cause ‘m writin’ ‘bout this mornin’.” Hank laughed, “Tho’ it’s not like you ta be ‘fraid a throbbin’ dicks.”

“Not really ‘fraid.” Ed grinned, “Jus’ still worn out from this mornin’”

“I lied anyway. Ain’t much in the way a throbbin dicks here. Don’ understan’ it. Love ta do it.” Hank shot a grin towards Ed, “’N love ta read ‘bout Jack ‘n Ennis doin’ it. But fer some reason cain’t write ‘bout us ‘n tha’ kind a detail. Makes me feel bad tha’ so many a them writers can capture our sex life better ‘n I e’er could.” Guess it’s partly ma age ‘n partly tha’ it’s writin’ ’bout us. Or maybe I jus’ ain’t tha’ good a writer.”

“Or could be ‘cause two ol’ guys like us don’t make fer a very pretty picture ta describe.” Ed grinned back at Hank, then crossed the room and warily started reading over Hank’s shoulder. “But think it’s prob’ly tha’ last one ya mentioned.”


“Ain’t tha wha’ yer havin’ problems writin’ ‘bout?”

Ed almost made it out the door before Hank caught him and threw him down on the bed, landing on top of him, laughing.

Ed yawned, “Jus’ where I wanted ta be Rodeo, came up fer a nap. Didn’ get much sleep las’ nigh’.” Ed rolled over, holding on to Hank as he turned. “Wanna take a nap with me?”

“Sounds good ta me.”

“Wha’s tha’ yer listenin’ to?"

"Tha’ new Dixie Chicks cd Iris sent us."

Ed smiled, “Iris is always tryin’ ta expan’ my horizons. Sure am glad tha’ girl got her ass outta here at an early age. Place is in ma blood, but she weren’t cut out fer the kinda drudge life mos’ women lead here.”

Ed stopped to listen, “Thought they were twangier. Not twangy ‘nough fer me.”

“Could be worse. She could ‘a sent us a Cher cd.”


“Hey Ed, ya wanna dance?”

Dance? Thought ya wanted ta take a nap with me. Where the hell d’ ya get the notion ta dance? Never mind. Think I got some idea.” Ed glared at the computer and shook his head resignedly.

Hank smiled to himself, he could tell Ed was thinking Hank would have him dancing sooner or later. Probably sooner, Hank thought and grinned.

Ed changed the subject, “Music’s real nice. Maybe I don’ need it so twangy all the time. Tha’ woman’s got some voice.”

“Their other cds are ‘twangier’. Like this one a lot though. Like this song too.”

…Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like a serenade
How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough cause I’m never never
Giving you up….

“Gotta admit. Them women got more guts than I do. Stood by wha’ tha’ one said e’en tho it hurt their career real bad. Iris tol’ me tha’ woman’s life was e’en threatened. Jus’ fer speakin’ her mind. Poor woman ain’t even queer ‘n they wanna go after her with the tire irons.”

“Startin’ ta turn in ta an activist on me, Cowboy? I’m usually the one rantin’ ‘n ravin’ ‘bout this kind a stuff.”

“Don’ know. Maybe. All them so-called “Christians” hatin’ on e’erybody in the name a God. Had ma fill a them a long time ago. Been gettin’ worse again fer a long time. Whole country seems ta ha’ gone mad-dog crazy ‘n more ways than one.”

“Well how ‘bout we change the world tomorrow? Since ya won’t dance with me, I’m all fer tha’ nap righ’ now.”

“C’mere then.” Ed waited while Hank turned over, then pulled him close, kissing the back of his neck before they both drifted off to sleep.


Ya ‘wake Ed?

“Am now.”

“Can I ask ya somethin’?”

“Doubt I could stop ya.”

Would ya…. Uh… if we could…. make it legal-like… ya know... get hitched 'n all... would ya?

“Shit, Hank. Ya ain’t pregnant, are ya? Already got m’self corralled once tha’ way.

Ed’s words were like a knife slicing into Hank’s heart. In an instant he was re-living that moment from forty-some years ago. Watching that piece of paper float from Ed’s hands to the ground as if in slow motion. Watching Ed. Ed’s shoulders slumped, his head hung down, knees buckling, reaching out for the tree next to him for support. Looked like someone gut-shot him, but he was refusing to fall. Finally raising his head, he looked right through Hank as if he were already gone, then he slowly turned, got on his horse and headed up the mountain.

Hank re-lived the dread he felt as he slowly walked over and picked up that piece of paper. As he read he knew that their summer and their love, no, not their love, never their love, but their summer and the rest of their lives, had been shattered with one word.

He re-lived the pain. Was actual physical pain, pounding in his head, then crushing his heart, before settling as a lead weight in the pit of his stomach, dragging him down as he sank to his knees then collapsed on the ground. That lead weight was in him from then on, never getting any smaller, never getting any lighter…That is, until their first kiss after so long apart finally melted it down and washed it away.

Ed turned towards Hank and wrapped his arms around him pulling him close, kissing his forehead, his tightly closed eyes, his cheeks, his lips, “Sorry Rodeo, ’m an asshole. Didn’ think ‘fore I spoke. Worst day a ma life. Only thing good came out a all tha’ was Iris.”

Hank tried to keep his voice steady, “If tha’ hadn’ happened, if Nora hadn’ gotten pregnant from tha’ one time, would ya have stayed with me? Gone with me ta work on my folk’s place? Like I asked ya?"

Ed sighed, “Dunno, Hank. Fell head o’er heels fer ya tha’ summer. Couldn’ see straight fer wantin’ ya all the time. But… was more ’n the sex. N’er knew it could feel so good… be so fun… jus’ ta be alive. But I still thought it were wrong. Thought God would strike me down... So don’ know fer sure tha’ I would ha’ gone with ya. We had a whole week left, so's I were tryin’ not ta think ‘bout it."

“But…” Ed seemed to be searching for the right words, “When I found tha’ letter from Nora in with our supplies…. Tha’ was the day I knew I couldn’ live withou’ ya ‘cause tha’ was the day I knew I had ta."  Ed was quiet for a moment then raised his eyes to look at Hank,  "Tha’ was the day I knew I loved you.”

Ed lowered his eyes and sighed again, “Was like readin’ ma own death sentence. Knew I had ta marry her. Back then, tha’s wha’ ya did. Couldn’ jus’ walk away.”

Hank kissed Ed reassuringly, “Know ya couldn’.” Kissed him gently, “Jus’ wish things had been differen’.” Kissed him thoroughly, “So much lost time.”

“Tell ya somethin’ Hank. Sometimes wonder wha’ would a happened if we had gone off together righ’ off. We were young, real young, ‘n things would ‘a been awful hard. Was hard 'nough later. When I start ta feel bad ‘bout them years we lost, I tell m’ self maybe we wouldna had these years if we hadn’ a lost those. 'N there been a whole lot more a these than those.”

Ya migh’ have yer self a point there, Cowboy. Ne’er thought ‘bout it tha’ way. Hank smiled then, “And ta answer yer question, no, I ain’t pregnant. So how ‘bout it, would ya wanna make it legal-like, ya know, if'n we could?”

Ed hesitated, “Not sure I know how ta answer tha’, Hank….”

Hank felt a knot forming in his gut, kicking himself for pressing the issue, afraid of what Ed’s answer might be, but unable to stop himself, trying to keep his voice neutral but failing miserably, “S’okay. Don’ matter none. If ya wouldn’ wanna get hitched, ya should jus’ say so.”

“Not tha’ I wouldn’, dumbass. Would. Jus’ don’ see….”

“Yeah, could jus’ see the vows ya’d write, ‘I, Ed, take tha’ dumbass over there as my lawfully…”

Vows? Now I gotta write vows? Shit. All this ‘cause a them stories? Think I take it back when said I owed them writers a ‘thank you’.”

Ed seemed to know he’d gone too far again, nothing to do now but get it over with, like ripping a band-aid off a wound, “Hank, c’mon, will ya jus’ listen ta me fer a minute? Only reason I’d wanna make it legal-like is ‘cause I think we got jus’ as much righ’ ta get hitched as anybody else. 'N nobody should be able ta tell us tha’ we don’t. Otherwise, jus’ don’t see no need for it.”

Ed saw the hurt look in Hank’s eyes, but forged ahead anyway. “Havin’ trouble xplainin’ ma self here. Thought of us as hitched e’er since we been together permanen’ like, ain’t you? Maybe not thinkin’ tha’ exact word, but feelin’s the same. Don’ need no ceremony to tell us tha’, do we?

Ed didn’t wait for Hank to answer, “We stuck it out thru all them bad years. E’erythin’ I own is yers, n’ vice versa. Ya couldn’ pick out yer stuff from mine if ya tried. ‘N if we lost e’erythin’ it wouldn’ matter none. Long as we still had each other. We spend most e’ery day a our lives together. ‘N at night, well, sometimes ya still make me feel like ‘m nineteen agin. Tha’ ain’t no mean feat neither. Can talk to you like I cain’t talk to nobody else. Hell, can e’en be downrigh’ silly with ya when I got a mind to.

Ed took a breath and went on, “Never get tired a bein’ with ya. Well, almos’ never. ‘N when we do fight never think a leavin’ ya ‘n don’ worry tha’ you’ll leave me. I laugh at yer stupid jokes ‘n you at mine. Half the time ya know wha’ ‘m gonna say 'fore I say it, ‘n vice versa. If'n I get sick I know you’ll take care a me. If'n you get sick ya know I’ll take care a you. ‘Less a course yer pukin’. Oh hell, even then. And, dammit Hank, at the end of it all, when I die, I jus’ wan’ it ta be with yer arms ‘round me. Jus' don’ want it ta be today if possible.”

Ed paused, afraid to look at Hank and find that hurt still in his eyes, “In ma book, tha’s a lot more married ‘n mos’ married folks e’er get. ‘N, like I said, don’ need no ceremony ta tell me tha’, but would still do it if'n we could. 'Cause we got every right ta them same rights.”

The hurt was definitely gone from Hank’s eyes, “Think ya jus’ wrote yer vows, dumbass.”


“Gonna write down e’ery word ya jus’ said ‘cause if'n we e’er can make it legal-like you can use them words… If'n ya wanna.”

Ed breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned over to kiss Hank, “Then guess tha’ makes it yer turn, dumbass.”

“E’erythin’ you said plus wha’ tha’ song said. ‘Cept don’ think forever’s gonna be nearly enou' fer me.”

“Not fer me neither. But guess it’ll ha’ ta do.” Ed bent to kiss Hank again and then stopped, “Hey, wai’ jus’ a minute here. Tha’s it? Ya make me do all tha’ talkin’ ‘n tha’s all ‘m gonna get from ya?”

“Yep. Don’ think I could do no better ‘n wha’ ya jus’ said” Hank grinned, “Hey, ya think if they e’er make it legal we could maybe go get it done in Las Vegas?”


“Know ya don’ care much fer all tha’ church stuff, even if'n they’d e’er let us get hitched in one.”

“Tha’s puttin’ it real polite-like.”

“Thought city hall migh’ be kinda borin’. So maybe we could go ta Las Vegas. Maybe we could e’en get an Elvis impersonator ta do it.”

“Shit…” Ed started to say something then changed his mind, “Young Elvis or old Elvis?”

“Leave tha’ one up ta you.”

“Young Elvis, definitely, young Elvis.” Ed grinned back at Hank, “ Or better yet, d’ya suppose they migh’ ha’ a Jake what’s-his-name impersonator marryin’ folks down there? Think I’d really kind a like tha’”


“Hey, tha’ reminds me. Was thinkin’ maybe I could help ya with tha’ writin’ problem.”

“What the hell ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Jus’ thought maybe I could narrate fer ya again, but this time make it sexier. Like this…. Ed flipped Hank over on ta his back like he was a… uh… a… pancake.” Ed flipped Hank over onto his back, then continued narrating, “Ed bent down and kissed Hank, using his tongue like a spatula ta gently pry Hank’s lips apart, ’xploring every inch of his mouth ‘til Hank moaned…. Hank ya ain’t moaning. Yer ’sposed ta moan. Think tha’s more like laughin’. ‘Cain’t kiss ya proper if yer laughin’. C’mon Hank, ya know I love ta hear them moans.”

Hank tried to stop laughing and moan for Ed. “Tha’s a little better. Guess it’ll ha’ ta do. Okay. Hank moaned as Ed slowly unbuttoned his shirt, runnin’ his tongue o’er him like he were spreadin’ butter on tha’ big ol’ pancake…. Y’know Hank we ain’t ne’er gonna make it ta the syrup ‘n the sausage links if ya keep laughin’ like tha’.”


“Hey Hank? Ya ‘wake?”

“Yeah, Ed.”

“’M hungry.”

“Thought ya migh’ be.” Hank laughed, “I could make pancakes.”

“Sounds good ta me. Do ya think we got 'nough syrup left?”


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[User Picture]From: lovethosestars
2006-08-18 08:35 pm (UTC)
Gawd these stories are just great
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 07:56 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying them.
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[User Picture]From: whatthefuckbenj
2006-08-18 09:10 pm (UTC)
oh this was great!! i loved that pencake reference.. and talkative and confessing ennis is just so cute!! the end was hilarous too :D
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:00 am (UTC)
Hi whatthefuckbenj,

Glad you're still enjoying it! Ed/Ennis does talk his fool head off doesn't he?
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From: carol1943
2006-08-18 10:11 pm (UTC)
I love these guys!
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:03 am (UTC)
Thanks Carol!

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[User Picture]From: samtyr
2006-08-18 10:55 pm (UTC)
“Young Elvis, definitely, Young Elvis.” Ed grinned back at Hank, “ Or better yet, d’ya suppose they migh’ ha’ a Jake what’s-his-name impersonator marryin’ folks down there? Think I’d really kind a like tha’”

Now *there's* an MI I hadn't thought of. :) Jake as Young!Elvis... hmmmmm... ::wanders off to ponder:: I'll get back eventually.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:08 am (UTC)
My ignorance is going to show here. I'm very new to fanfiction. I figured out what "ROTFLMAO" meant from another comment, but I can't figure out what "MI" is.

Whatever it is, Jake as the Young Elvis sounds very appealing. Have fun!
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[User Picture]From: deviant_dev
2006-08-18 11:22 pm (UTC)
you effin own me, really, lol

Ed & Hank are the craziest "old farts" around! haha <3
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:22 am (UTC)
Just saw your chapter 20 is up!! Damn, I'll have to wait 'til tomorrow to read it. Least it gives me something to look forward to.

Now 'bout this ownin' ya....
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[User Picture]From: bbmgirlfan
2006-08-19 03:19 am (UTC)
This is so cute and sweet! I just love it!!

The marriage talk was especially nice.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:33 am (UTC)
Thanks bbmgirlfan,

I'm really glad you liked it! Ed was really on a tear with that marriage talk....
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[User Picture]From: ohiomyown
2006-08-19 04:24 am (UTC)

Still Here, Still Side Splittin'

Hey, you know I'm loving Ed and Hank, both equally. But I must say, "Gotcha!" an 'Ennis' slipped in there where you meant 'Ed'.
It's like me, sometimes when I mean 'Jake' I type 'Jack'. Don't ever close Ed & Hank's front door, we love spying on their domestic bliss!
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:40 am (UTC)

Re: Still Here, Still Side Splittin'

Hi Ohiomyown,

Ooops!! Thanks for catching the Ed/Ennis slip - I'll have to try and find it. Glad you're still enjoying the old boys....
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[User Picture]From: elle_ann
2006-08-19 04:27 am (UTC)

Yay, an update!

Oh, I adore these two! And I love it when you inject humor into their conversations. This caught me so by surprise I snorted out loud:
Maybe we could e’en get married by an Elvis impersonator.”

And immediately again by this:
Ed bent down and kissed Hank, using his tongue like a spatula ta gently pry Hank’s lips apart, ’xploring every inch of his mouth ‘til Hank moaned…. Hank ya ain’t moaning. Yer ’sposed ta moan. Think tha’s more like laughin’. ‘Cain’t kiss ya proper if yer laughin’. C’mon Hank, ya know I love ta hear them moans.”

Great update, and worth waiting for! And so much truth in what Ed said about them being married in every way but the legal one. I'm looking forward to hearing about how they actually DID get together and made their sweet life happen.

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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 08:56 am (UTC)

Re: Yay, an update!

Hi Elle,

Thanks! Glad they still have you laughing. Now I'm waiting for your next chapter!
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From: (Anonymous)
2006-08-19 04:46 am (UTC)

You had me at hello

Or at least, at the chapter summary. :) ROTFLMAO. Haven't thought about that episode for quite a while, but those immortal words can still make me laugh til I cry. So now you have a good idea of my age and citizenship, I guess.

BTW, I've really enjoyed Ed and Hank, and I absolutely loved Ed's vows. That's some sweet life they've made, albeit rather sticky right now-- makes me smile.

Jenny from DC forums
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 09:11 am (UTC)

Re: You had me at hello

Hi Jenny from DC forums,

I'm glad there's at least a couple of us here old enough to get the reference. Did they show MTM re-runs overseas? I have no idea. I'd love to see that episode again.

Don't know how it even occurred to me - It just hit me after I finished writing this chapter.

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From: lindab2006
2006-08-19 07:28 am (UTC)
So, so good. So funny. So sweet. So touching.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 09:16 am (UTC)

Thanks lindab2006!

I really appreciate your comments!

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[User Picture]From: bbm_citygirl
2006-08-19 07:58 am (UTC)
I am utterly charmed by Ed and Hank. They are great! I want them to be my grandparents.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-19 09:25 am (UTC)
Thanks bbm citygirl!

See - I just let Ed talk his fool head off this time without worrying about it a bit.

I love that you want Ed and Hank to be your grandparents! (lol!)
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[User Picture]From: aliceathome
2006-08-19 11:42 pm (UTC)
Oh I've just caught up with this 'cause stupid RL has taken me away from slash for two days (how dare it). I love Ed and Hank, they're so sweet and funny. I'll fight Grace (bbm_citygirl) for them!

"Ed took a breath and went on, “Ne’er get tired a bein’ with ya. Well, almos’ ne’er. ‘N when we do fight ne’er think a leavin’ ya ‘n don’ worry tha’ you’ll leave me. I laugh at yer stupid jokes ‘n you at mine. Half the time ya know wha’ ‘m gonna say before I say it, ‘n vice versa. If I get sick I know you’ll take care a me. If you get sick ya know I’ll take care a you. ‘Less a course yer pukin’. Oh hell, even then. And, dammit Hank, at the end of it all, when I die, I jus’ wan’ it ta be with yer arms ‘round me. Just don’ want it ta be today if possible.”

*sigh* Plus, ignorant Brit here, but what's MTM?
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[User Picture]From: aliceathome
2006-08-19 11:44 pm (UTC)
Sorry, is MTM Mary Tyler Moore? Plus forgot to say I love your disclaimers - hee.
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-20 05:26 am (UTC)
Thanks Alice!

Yes, MTM is Mary Tyler Moore. Wasn't sure if MTM re-runs were ever broadcast elsewhere(?). Didn't think of it 'til after the chapter was written, still not quite sure why I did. Haven't seen this episode in years, but it was a classic. Of course it loses quite a bit when you can only read it and not watch it. This is the episode:

"Chuckles Bites the Dust" Chuckles The Clown was killed off by the script writers who had Chuckles being trampled to death by an elephant in a parade (Oct. 25, 1975). It seemed that Chuckles, as the parade's grand marshal, was dressed in a giant Peter the Peanut costume and was quickly shelled by a hungry pachyderm.

News of Chuckles's ironic death brings laughter to the newsroom staff, except for Mary. However, at the funeral service everyone is overcome with grief, and Mary cannot help but laugh during the service when the silliness of the whole situation hits home.

The internet is amazing - Here's that particular part of the script:

BURKE, the minister:
Chuckles the Clown gave pleasure to
millions. The characters he created
will be remembered by children and
adults alike: Peter Peanut, Mr. Fee-
Fi-Fo, Billy Banana, and my particular
favorite, Aunt Yoo-Hoo.

Mary stifles a laugh.

And not just for the laughter they
provided--there was always some deeper
meaning to whatever Chuckles did.
Remember Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo's little catch
phrase, remember how when his arch
rival Senor Caboom would hit him
with the giant cucumber and knock
him down? Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo would always
pick himself up, dust himself off
and say, "I hurt my foo-foo."

Mary again stifles a laugh. The others in the row glare at

Life's a lot like that. From time to
time we all fall down and hurt our

Mary again stifles a laugh. Other people turn to look at

If only we could all deal with it as
simple and bravely and honestly as
Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo. And what did Chuckles
ask in return? Not much--in his own
words--"A little song, a little dance,
a little seltzer down your pants."

Mary has great difficulty in stifling herself here. Many
people turn to look at her.

(Looking right at
Excuse me, young lady... yes you...
would you stand up please?

Mary, with no alternative, stands up.

You feel like laughing, don't you?
Don't try to stop yourself. Go ahead,
laugh out loud. Don't you see? Nothing
could have made Chuckles happier. He
lived to make people laugh. He found
tears offensive, deeply offensive.
He hated to see people cry. Go ahead,
my dear--laugh.

As Mary bursts into tears, we:


Full script is available here:

The rest is from these two sites:

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[User Picture]From: joetheone
2006-08-23 02:26 am (UTC)
Another great Ed and Hank story. Yeah, that is my one wish with all this great Brokeback stuff that somehow we can get through to people that Love is between two people it does not matter what sex they are or color or shape or whatever, all that matters is that they love each other and care about each other. I know that in the last 2 years it seems we are stepping backwards with all this legislation banning same sex marriage well I do have hope for the future and maybe by the time I'm a little older it will happen. So much has changed since I first came out in 1979 I think it is possible we just have to keep showing people that two men or two women is no different then a man and wife. In fact in my 2 long term relationships (one 13 years this one 11 years) I think that well, no matter what people say it is a marriage. Although I have run into issues of the hospital not letting my partner in when I was in ICU until I woke up and raised such a fuss that they finally let him in. The wrath of Joe was about to come down on the hospital until they let him into see me. Although afterward it think it was a mistake since he is not good in those kind of situations worried so much made me feel bad to have him see me in a bad way. Oh well, we survived it and so forth. Each of these stories gives me hope that more people read them and also the movie itself the more people who watch it will hopefully see that it this kind of love is truly a force of nature. God bless everyone of you for your words and support of love in all its forms. Joe
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[User Picture]From: myeyesaintblue
2006-08-24 02:38 am (UTC)
Thanks Joe,

What happened to you in the hospital makes me crazy. And what if you weren't well enough to make such a scene? And I don't think it was a bad idea to have your partner come in, he would have just imagined worse if he hadn't been able to see you. Glad you survived it.

That people can love and care about each other and spend years together or their entire lives together without having the same rights as hetero couples who are married is so completely stupid and unfair.

It's not even a question of the amount of time people are together, many marriages don't last very long at all, it's really a matter of having the same rights as everyone else does to marry the right person or the wrong person or the really, really wrong person, or the somewhat right person, or whoever you damn well choose to marry. (Sorry, I get very angry about this.)

I'm glad you see hope in the future. I truly hope things can be turned around.

P.S. Glad you're still enjoying Ed and Hank.

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From: under_wyo_skies
2006-09-29 09:49 pm (UTC)
Wow - Ed did have a lot to say in this one! And so perfect too.

Loved the way he narrated the story using the cooking implements etc LOL reeeeaaal sexy.....! LOL
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