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When I Dream... I could fly to Paris But when I dream, I dream of you. SS: It was awfully nice talking to you. Let's do it again. TR: Fine. SS: I know you're incredibly busy. TR: I'm not that busy. SS: Good. (BEAT) What are you doing for supper? TR: When? SS: Tonight. TR: I don't know. Nothing, I guess. SS: You want to have pasta? I make really good spaghetti. TR: Tonight is fine. SS: If it's not a good time, you can tell me. TR: No, it's fine. SS: Okay, but if you have to leave early, I understand. It's okay. TR: Not a problem. SS: Okay? TR: Fine. Great. There’s a kind of hush Just the two of us SS: What are you thinking? TR: What do you mean? SS: 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: You don't seem happy. TR: What do you want me to do? SS: I don't know. Be happy. TR: I am happy. SS: Okay. But when I dream, I dream of you, SS: Do you want to go out for dinner? TR: Sure, if you want to. SS: You want to go out for dinner or you want to stay home and have dinner here? TR: I don't care. SS: You want to go out and have spaghetti? TR: Fine by me. SS: Is that okay? TR: Whatever you want. There’s a kind of hush SS: Did you like your dinner? TR: It was fine. SS: 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, of course not. SS: Well, you seem angry. You're so silent. TR: What's wrong with sitting here quietly after a meal? SS: You don't seem quiet to me, you seem angry. TR: Well, I'm not. SS: Okay. TR: If I'm angry, I'll say so. SS: Good. TR: Let's go home. SS: Okay. TR: Or did you want to stay? SS: No, let's go. TR: Are you sure? SS: Yes, of course. But when I dream, I dream of you, SS: Thanks for going out with me tonight. TR: You're welcome. SS: I hope you enjoyed it. Did you? TR: Yes, of course. SS: You weren't angry? TR: No. Why would I be angry? SS: I don't know. Do you still like me? TR: Uh huh. SS: Do you remember when you first 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 and sat down at your table and you didn't say boo to me. I hung around for hours. Not a word. TR: I was stunned. SS: Right. Sure. TR: Well? SS: Do you still like me? TR: Sure. SS: Do you? TR: Of course. SS: Why can'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 There’s a kind of hush, all over the world tonight. 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): I'm going to dish it up now. TR (OLD MAN): Okay, okay. SS (OLD WOMAN): You say okay and then you don't move. Are you coming or not? TR (OLD MAN): What's for supper? SS (OLD WOMAN: 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): I thought you liked it. I was making it for you. I thought it was your favorite. TR (OLD MAN): How come we can't have that beef chili? SS (OLD WOMAN): That's Friday night. TR (OLD MAN): Well, there's no point in arguing about it. SS (OLD WOMAN): You want beef chili, go and heat yourself up some, it's in the fridge in the Tupperware bowl. 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): 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. What'd you do with the salt shaker? SS (OLD WOMAN): I salted it, so don't put any more in. TR (OLD MAN): We always had a salt shaker right here 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. You know what the doctor said. TR (OLD MAN): I'm not talking to the doctor, I'm talking to you. 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. But when I dream, I dream of you, 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): 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. Go ahead. Dump salt on it. See if I care. TR (OLD MAN): I'm just gonna put on a little. See? I don't call that dumping. SS (OLD WOMAN): I already salted it. But when I dream, I dream of you, TR (OLD MAN): Tastes good now. Tastes darn good. 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,
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Singer and songwriter Andra Suchy talks about singing duets with Garrison, and her latest album, Little Heart.
Old Sweet Songs: A Prairie Home Companion 1974-1976
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).
