Jack and Ennis wake up, joying to different degrees about their children and their habits:
INT: RIVERTON, WYOMING: MOTEL SIESTA: ROOM: NIGHT: 1967:
It's dark. We can make out clothes strewn around the room, some beer cans. The room blue with cigarette smoke.
The two boys appear to be sleeping. We hold on them for a
a beat. Ennis awakens, rolls over, switches on the light, looks
at his watch, pulls out a cigarette; lights it. Jack awakens.
Ennis lights a cigarette for him, hands it to him.
JACK
You got a looker for a wife. (pause) She
didn't seem too friendly, though...
ENNIS
Francine, she'll be two, looks just like
her mom. Sweet hearted, but a mind of her
own. Alma Jr., she's three, more like me,
but smarter. Doesn't say much, but she's
always watching out, nothin' much gets by
her. (beat) I love those girls to pieces.
JACK
Yeah. Bobby -- that's my boy -- he's
good. Some good laughs. But he sure does
shit a lot. (pause) Damn. Four years.
[2004 screenplay]