Carla Jean Moss: [the cab is stopped outside the depot. Carla Jean and her mother and the driver are at the trunk struggling over bags] I got it Mama.
Carla Jean's Mother: I didn't see my Prednisone.
Carla Jean Moss: I put it in, Mama.
Carla Jean's Mother: Well I didn't see it.
Carla Jean Moss: Well I put it in. That one. You just set there. I'll get tickets and a cart for the bags.
Well Dressed Mexican: [as Carla Jean goes to the station a man emerges from a car pulled up behind. He is a well-dressed Mexican of early middle age] Do you need help with the bags, madam?
Carla Jean's Mother: Well thank god there's one gentleman left in West Texas. Yes thank you. I am old and I am not well.
Well Dressed Mexican: Which bus are you taking?
Carla Jean's Mother: We're going to El Paso don't ask me why. Discombobulated by a no-account son-in-law. Thank you. You don't often see a Mexican in a suit.
Well Dressed Mexican: You go to El Paso? I know it. Where are you staying?