Young Ennis:
(( Looks over at the warshrag and feels just awful, scoots over and picks it up))
%% Come her' littlle darlin', I saved the important parts fer you%%
(( So excited to be reunited with YOUNG ENNIS, our exhausted but goobly-eyed TERRY CLOTH takes the steps two and two, stammering... ))
TERRY CLOTH: son of a cloth, son of a cloth...
(( Then, and as easily as the right water turns soap into suds, .... ))