Cole: Nat? Nat? Come on girl we have got to go. You said you wanted this life so set into the shoes and live the life.
Natalie: Sorry I’m late I was looking at places for us to have our wedding.
Cole: Wedding?
Natalie: Yes Cole, remember about seven months ago? You tried to be thoughtful and make me my momma’s chicken-
Cole: - I was thoughtful and with the exception for a few bloody pieces it was a good attempt.
Natalie: A few? All of the chicken was still clucking on the plate.
Cole: But I tried.
Natalie: Yes baby, you did. And I said yes, (Under her breath) but Lord knows it was not the chicken that kept me in this relationship.
Natalie: I know Cole, so now that we are engaged it is my job to get the ball rolling on the wedding. (Beat) You do want a wedding right?
Cole: I mean, I could take it or leave it but having a wedding will mess up our tour dates. We know we love each other can’t we just hit up a justice of the piece when we get to Jackson, Mississippi? Their courthouse is really nice, then it’s done and we can get back to the music.
Natalie: The music?
Cole: Come on now babe, the music is what brought us together.
Natalie: I fell in love with you in the background, but I’m not that little girl anymore.
Cole: Little girl? Little girl. You weren’t a little girl when you came up to me and said, “Mr. Jefferies I’ve written a duet that I think would be great for you and me.”
Natalie: Was I right? (Beat) Well? Tell me if I was right Cole.
Cole: You were right; I’m just saying that I don’t want a wedding.
Natalie: Fine.
Cole: Fine.