(Brenda takes a work related call after dinner and heads out)
Willie Rae: Brenda, you have to go back to work at this hour?
Brenda: Momma, I'm so sorry, but, but I've got a deadline.
Willie Rae: I thought since Clay was feeling better, you and I could have a little talk.
Brenda: And we will, we will.
Willie Rae: Well, there's something I really ought to tell you. It'll only take a minute.
Brenda: Well, can it wait till tomorrow morning? We can have breakfast and talk about whatever you'd like.
Willie Rae: All right, tomorrow. Only, honey, you can't keep working like this your whole life, it'll catch up with you.
Brenda: I expect it will, but not tonight. (kisses her mother on the cheek)
Willie Rae: Drive carefully.