(A story of dating, marriage, old age ... and love)
(SS: Sue Scott, TR: Tim
Russell)
I could have a mansion
That is bigger than the trees
I could have all the gifts I want
And never ask please
I could fly to Paris
All that’s at my beck and call
Why do I go through life
Here in St. Paul
But when I dream, I dream of you.
Maybe someday you will come true.
SS: Oh, it was awfully nice talking to you. Let's do it again.
TR: Fine. Fine.
SS: I know you're incredibly busy.
TR: I'm not that busy.
SS: Oh, good. What are you doing for supper?
TR: When?
SS: Tonight.
TR: I don't know. Nothing, I guess.
SS: Well, you want to have pasta? I mean, I make really good spaghetti.
TR: Tonight is fine.
SS: Oh... I mean, if it's not a good time, you know you can tell me.
TR: No, it's fine.
SS: Okay, but if you have to leave early, I understand. I mean, it's okay.
TR: Not a problem.
SS: Okay?
TR: Fine. Great.
SS: Okay!
TR: Fine.
There’s a kind of hush
All over the world tonight.
All over the world
People just like us are falling in love.
You know what I mean?
Just the two of us
And nobody else in sight.
There’s nobody else,
And I’m feeling good just holding you tight.
SS: What are you thinking?
TR: What do you mean?
SS: Well… Are you happy?
TR: Sure.
SS: Are you glad you married me?
TR: Sure.
SS: Are you?
TR: Of course.
SS: You seem so quiet.
TR: That doesn't mean I'm not happy.
SS: Well… You don't seem happy.
TR: What do you want me to do?
SS: Well, I don't know. Be happy.
TR: I am happy.
SS: Okay.
But when I dream, I dream of you,
Maybe someday, you will come true.
SS: Do you want to go out for dinner?
TR: Sure, if you want to.
SS: Well, you want to go out for dinner or you want to stay home and have dinner here?
TR: I don't care.
SS: Well, you want to go out and have spaghetti?
TR: Fine by me.
SS: Okay! Is that okay?
TR: Whatever you want.
SS: Okay!
TR: Yeah! Whatever!
There’s a kind of hush
All over the world tonight.
All over the world
People just like us are falling in love.
SS: Did you like your dinner?
TR: It was fine.
SS: Yeah, mine was really good. I like spaghetti.
TR: Good.
SS: Why are you so silent tonight?
TR: I'm not.
SS: You haven't said a word since the waiter brought the check. Are you angry?
TR: No, no, of course not.
SS: Well, you seem angry. You're so silent.
TR: What's wrong with sitting here quietly after a meal?
SS: Well, you don't seem quiet to me, you seem angry.
TR: Well, I'm not.
SS: Okay.
TR: I mean, if I'm angry, I'll say so.
SS: Good! Good!
TR: Let's go home.
SS: Alright.
TR: I mean… Or did you want to stay?
SS: No, no, let's go, let’s go.
TR: Are you sure?
SS: Yes, of course.
But when I dream, I dream of you,
Maybe someday, you will come true.
SS: Thanks for going out with me tonight.
TR: You're welcome.
SS: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Did you?
TR: Yes, of course.
SS: You weren't angry?
TR: No, no. Why would I be angry?
SS: Oh, I don't know. Do you still like me?
TR: Uh huh.
SS: Do you remember the first time you met me?
TR: Sure.
SS: Do you remember what you thought?
TR: I thought you were beautiful.
SS: I remember you didn't say a word. I came in and I sat down at your table and you didn't say “boo” to me. I hung around for hours. And not one word.
TR: I was stunned.
SS: Yeah. Right. Sure.
TR: Well?
SS: Do you still like me?
TR: Sure.
SS: Do you?
TR: Of course.
SS: Well, why don't you say it?
TR: Say what?
SS: I love you.
TR: I do.
SS: Just say it.
TR: I do. I say it all the time.
The only sound that you will hear
Is when I whisper in your ear, “I love you,”
You know that I do
There’s a kind of hush, all over the
world tonight.
All over the world, people just like us are falling in love.
SS (OLD WOMAN): I said, you want to have supper? It's all ready.
TR (OLD MAN): Do I want what?
SS (OLD WOMAN): Supper!
TR (OLD MAN): All right. No need to shout.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, I'm going to dish it up now.
TR (OLD MAN): Okay, okay.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, now, you see, you say okay and then you don't move. Are you coming or not? Huh?
TR (OLD MAN): Okay!
SS (OLD WOMAN): Alright.
TR (OLD MAN): What's for supper?
SS (OLD WOMAN: Well, what do you think. It's Saturday night. Spaghetti.
TR (OLD MAN): Why don't we have something else for a change?
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, I thought you liked it. I was making it for you. I thought it was your favorite.
TR (OLD MAN): Well, how come we can't have that beef chili?
SS (OLD WOMAN): Oh, well, that's Friday night.
TR (OLD MAN): Well, there's no point in arguing about it.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, now, if you want beef chili, go ahead and heat yourself up some, it's in the fridge in the Tupperware bowl. You know, be my guest.
TR (OLD MAN): I say, there's no point in arguing about it.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Nobody's arguing, I'm just telling you.
TR (OLD MAN): Everything turns into an argument with you.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, now, I go to all the trouble of fixing meals around here and you don't even say thank you.
TR (OLD MAN): Where's the salt?
SS (OLD WOMAN): You don't need salt. I already put salt in it.
TR (OLD MAN): It don't taste like you did here. What'd you do with the salt shaker?
SS (OLD WOMAN): I salted it, so don't put any more in.
TR (OLD MAN): But we always had a salt shaker right there on the table.
SS (OLD WOMAN): I put the salt in the sauce. It's in the sauce.
TR (OLD MAN): I ask a simple question, why can't I get a simple answer?
SS (OLD WOMAN): Why can't you listen to me when I tell you something? I'm telling you, I put the salt in it already. Now, you know what that doctor said.
TR (OLD MAN): I'm not talking to the doctor!
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well…
TR (OLD MAN): I'm talking to you.
SS (OLD WOMAN): I know.
TR (OLD MAN): Look, I don't know why you always have to make everything into an argument.
SS (OLD WOMAN): I'm not, I'm just telling you, you don't need to pour salt on it. I already salted it. That's all.
TR (OLD MAN): Okay.
But when I dream, I dream of you,
Maybe someday, you will come true.
TR (OLD MAN): Nobody's talking about pouring salt on it....
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, that's what you do.
TR (OLD MAN): Did I say I was going to pour salt on it? No, I did not.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well, I fix spaghetti for you, all I get is complaints. Complain, complain, complain.
TR (OLD MAN): Ask for the salt and you get a big lecture....
SS (OLD WOMAN): It's in the cupboard. Alright, go ahead. Dump salt on it. See if I care.
TR (OLD MAN): Look, I'm just going to put on a little. See? I don't call that dumping.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well… I already salted it, so...
But when I dream, I dream of you,
Maybe someday, you will come true.
TR (OLD MAN): Tastes good now.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Well…
TR (OLD MAN): Yeah, tastes darn good.
SS (OLD WOMAN): Alright.
TR (OLD MAN): Best spaghetti you ever made, I'll tell you that. Huh? That is great spaghetti.
SS (OLD WOMAN): I don't understand you at all.
But when I dream, I dream of you,
Maybe someday, you will come true.
(c) 2000 by Garrison Keillor
A Prairie Home Companion
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