Last scenes of the film
On the coach after one of the concert
Johnny:I think it's time now, you know?. I think it's about time. June:Time for what?. Johnny:For you and me to get married. June:Go to sleep,John. Johnny:I don't want to sleep. I want to marry you...and I'm telling you,it's the time. June:Well, I am telling you, with 100 % certainty...that it is not the time. It's not about time.It's not the right time.It's not even quarter to the right time.
Johnny:June. How do you know?. I mean… June:You haven’t been clean even six months.Come on.Except for a honeymoon, you have not even thought about what you’re asking me.
Johnny:Yes, I have.I have. That’s all. I’ve thought about. June:Well, how’s it going to work, John?.Where we going to live?. What about my girls?. What about your girls?. Well…What about your parents,John?.Your daddy won’t even look at me.
Johnny:June, that stuff will just work itself out. June:No, it does not work itself out. People work it out for you…and you think it works itself out. Johnny:You’re scared.
Johnny:You’re scared of being in love.You’re scared of losing control. And you know what, June Carter?.I think you’re scared of living in my big fat shadow. – That’s your problem. – Oh, really?. – Yeah. Yeah, it is. – Is that my problem?. My problem is it’s : a.m.
June:My problem is I’m asleep.I’m on a tour bus with eight stinking men. Rule number one– don’t propose to a girl on a bus.You got that?. Rule number two–don’t tell her it’s because you had a bad dream.
Johnny:June?. What?. Marry me. Okay. Well, that’s…that’s the last time I’m asking. Well, good. I hate reruns.
Behind the stage
Hey, June? June? What's that, dear? June? MAN (on TV): I said... What's that, dear?. What, you're not talking to me? You are not allowed to speak to me tonight. After that stunt you pulled on the bus... the only place you're allowed to speak to me is on stage. - Do you understand?. - What did I do?. I don't know. Why don't you ask your big fat shadow?. Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. All right, thank you.
Music and song
Johnny:I don't know if ya'll know who wrote that song... but it's this long-legged gal standing right here... Miss June Carter. June:Thanks, ya'll. Thank you very much. Johnny:So, uh, June, you going to stand over there all night... or you want to come over here and sing with me?. June:I'll sing with you,Mr. Cash. Johnny:You sure that's what you want?. June:Yeah. All right. Okay. Well, folks, what do you say?. You want to hear, uh, ""J ackson"?. All right. Thought you was gonna wax poetic a little bit longer. No, I'm done with that, June. Oh, okay, good. Sorry for the interruption, folks... but, uh, I got to ask June here a question before we finish this song. What's that, John?. Johnny:Will you marry me?. Why don't we just sing the song, John?. No, darling. Come on, finish the song. People want to hear us sing. Sorry folks, but, uh... I just can't do this song anymore...unless she's gonna marry me. It'd just be like we're lying. You got these people all revved up, John. - Now come on, let's sing "Jackson" for 'em. - You got me all revved up. I've asked you different ways and it's time you come up with a fresh answer. Please, sing. I'm asking you to marry me. I love you, June. Now I know I said and done a lot of things... that I hurt you, but I promise I'll never do that again. I only want to take care ofyou. I will not leave you like that Dutch boy with your finger in the dam. You're my best friend. ( whispers ): Marry me. All right. Yeah?. In case none of y'all heard, she said ""yes"! She's finally said "yes".
Grandpa, here, let's talk on this. What do you want me to do with it?. Well, you... you listen and you talk. It's a tin can telephone. And the sound goes up the string. Hello, grandgirls. Hello, grandgirls. Can you hear us?. Hello, Roseanne. Hello, Carlene. You got to pull it tight, Daddy. Come on, Grandpa.Talk. Speak, Grandpa. - Tell us a story. - Speak. - Grandpa! - Tell us a story. Here, you take it, talk to them. No, they want to talk to their grandpa. I don't got no stories.You got all the stories, Shooter. Why don't you tell them about the food?. Tell them about how you made a boat out of the front door and got us all out of there. They'll like that. Tell us! Come on, tell 'em. You got to pull the string tight. It was 1937...