Because Of Winn Dixie Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Because Of Winn Dixie Script


  

  

 

                   

Safe!



 

                   

In the beginning,

when we moved to Naomi,



 

                   

it was just the preacher

and me.



 

                   

Only sometimes-

most ofthe time, really-



 

                   

it seemed like it was me alone.



 

                   

And then, one morning,

the preacher sent me



 

                   

to the store for a box

ofmacaroni and cheese,



 

                   

some white rice

and two tomatoes.



 

                   

And after that,

everything changed.



  

                   

But I'm getting ahead

of myself.



  

                   

It's a good story.

Let me tell it right.



  

                   

I appreciate you comin'.

I real ly do.



  

                   

Thank you very much.



  

                   

All right, have a seat in there.



  

                   

Oh, is that a...

Good morning.



  

                   

Is that for me, I hope?



  

                   

Yes, it sure is.

Yeah



  

                   

I feel blessed

to be brought here to Naomi



  

                   

to do God's work

in His new church.



  

                   

I have to admit,

I'm-I'm still trying



  

                   

to get used to the idea

of His house being



  

                   

in a convenience store.



  

                   

Nothing wrong with making church

more convenient.



  

                   

I have preached in some pretty

strange places in my time.



  

                   

Not that... not that this is

a strange place.



  

                   

I didn't mean that.



  

                   

I ju... Ah!



  

                   

Opal.



  

                   

Come on in.

Come on.



  

                   

Sit down.



  

                   

Please.



  

                   

Glad you finally made it.



  

                   

This is my daughter, India Opal.



  

                   

Forgive us.

We're new here.



  

                   

Still trying to find

ourway around.



  

                   

Maybe, uh, one ofyou two boys

could teach Opal



  

                   

a better shortcut

to church, hmm?



  

                   

PREACHER:

No?



  

                   

Oh, well, let-let us pray.



  

                   

Our Father,

who art in Heaven...



  

                   

OPAL:

It's me, God.



  

                   

Ifit's not too much trouble,

I'd like some friends.



  

                   

I don't know that many kids.



  

                   

Only the ones from church...



  

                   

and there aren't

that many here.



  

                   

There 's ol'Amanda Wilkinson,



  

                   

whose face is always pinched up



  

                   

Iike she 's smellin 'somethin '

real bad.



  

                   

And Sweetie Pie Thomas,

who 's only five years old,



  

                   

still mostly a baby, and is

always suckin ' on her knuckle.



  

                   

And there 's Dunlap

and Stevie Dewberry.



  

                   

And I know they can 't help it

that they're bald, God.



  

                   

Their mama shaved their heads,

on account ofDunlap got fleas



  

                   

in his hair

from their cat, Sadie.



  

                   

But even the bald Dewberry boys



  

                   

don 't want to be

my friend, anyway.



  

                   

And one more thing, God.



  

                   

I miss my mama.



  

                   

Please, God, I'd really like

to see my mama again.



  

                   

Amen.



  

                   

CONG REGATI ON:

Amen.



  

                   

AN NOU NCER

Unless it's good supervision.



  

                   

PREACH ER:

Opal, come on!



  

                   

No TV untilyou put

some ofthat stuffaway.



  

                   

AN NOUNCER

Brett Parker



  

                   

in that hitting streak...



  

                   

I'll bet they already have

a new pitcher.



  

                   

We're not moving back to Watley.



  

                   

I know it's hard

movin' all the time,



  

                   

but that's part of myjob.



  

                   

OPAL:

Up and at 'em, Daddy!



  

                   

OPAL:

Up and at 'em, Daddy!



  

                   

I made orange juice!



  

                   

Daddy, I made orange juice!



  

                   

Daddy!



  

                   

WOMAN: Well, folks,

we've got some wonderful specials today



  

                   

I want to tell you about

in Aisle  .



  

                   

Uh, in the meat department,



  

                   

you'll notice

the pork chops are...



  

                   

FEMALE EMPLOYEE:

Did you see it?



  

                   

MALE EMPLOYEE:

Come on. Come on.



  

                   

We can get him

over here. Come on.



  

                   

MALE EMPLOYEE # :

There he goes, that way!



  

                   

FEMALE EMPLOYEE:

Oh! Get over here!



  

                   

I'll get him!



  

                   

Comin'-comin'

through!



  

                   

WOMAN

Boyd?



  

                   

Boyd Lee,

could you please approach



  

                   

the produce section?



  

                   

What... what in the Sam Hill

is goin' on?



  

                   

What is goin' on?



  

                   

WOMAN

Please report

to the produce section, Boyd.



  

                   

BOYD:

I'm in the produce section.



  

                   

What? What is it?



  

                   

WOMAN

It's a dog, Boyd.



  

                   

BOYD:

We can't have no dog



  

                   

in the Winn-Dixie.



  

                   

Well, don't let him get

by the eggs!



  

                   

MALE EMPLOYEE:

He's gone left! We're goin' left!



   

                   

Look, there he goes!

Stop him! Stop him!



   

                   

Hey! He's goin' around!

Go get him!



   

                   

MALE EMPLOYEE:

I got him! I got him!



   

                   

BOYD:

Tracy, go 'round that way!



   

                   

Get the do...!



   

                   

Cut him off!.



   

                   

MALE EMPLOYEE:

He's goin' that way!



   

                   

BOYD

No!



   

                   

Get that dog!



   

                   

MALE EMPLOYEE:

He's under the table!



   

                   

FEMALE EMPLOYEE:

I think he's trapped now, y'all.



   

                   

Will somebody grab

that dog, please?!.



   

                   

Somebody, grab that dog!



   

                   

Somebody, grab that d...



   

                   

Get him off of me!



   

                   

I don't like dogs.



   

                   

Somebody, get him

off of me.



   

                   

OPAL:

It's okay, sir.



   

                   

All that dog wants to do

is get face-to-face with you



   

                   

and thankyou for the good time

he's havin'.



   

                   

Call the pound!



   

                   

Mike, go call the pound.



   

                   

OPAL:

Wait!



   

                   

Don't call the pound!

That's my dog!



   

                   

And then I knew

I haddone somethin'big.



   

                   

Maybe stupid, too.



   

                   

But I couldn't help it.



   

                   

I couldn't let them take

that dog to the pound.



   

                   

Here, boy!



   

                   

Come on, boy!



   

                   

Here, Wi nn-Dixie!



   

                   

BOYD:

Who named the dog Winn-Dixie?



   

                   

Me. It's his name, honest.



   

                   

Don't you know better

than to bring a dog



   

                   

in the grocery store?



   

                   

OPAL:

Sorry, sir.



   

                   

It won't happen again.

I promise.



   

                   

Come on, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Well, what are

all y'all lookin' at?



   

                   

That dog almost ate my face off.



   

                   

Sit.



   

                   

Stay here.

I'll be right back.



   

                   

Sometimes the preacherlooked



   

                   

just like a turtle

hidin' inside its shell:



   

                   

in there,

thinkin'about things,



   

                   

and not ever stickin'his head

out into the world.



   

                   

Daddy?



   

                   

Yes, what is... what is it?



   

                   

Wh-What is it, Opal?



   

                   

I found a dog,

and I want to keep him.



   

                   

You... A dog?



   

                   

Now, we have been

through this before.



   

                   

You do not need a dog.



   

                   

I know it.



   

                   

I know I don't need a dog,



   

                   

but this dog needs me.



   

                   

Oh, he doesn't neither need you.



   

                   

He does, too!



   

                   

Oh, for goodness' sakes, it don't...



   

                   

Yes, it does!

Winn-Dixie!



   

                   

Here, boy!



   

                   

The last thing in the

world that we need



   

                   

is a... Uh!



   

                   

Ow.



   

                   

This isn't a dog. It's a horse.



   

                   

And he's homeless, too.



   

                   

Yeah, and he's got

a stink to him, too.



   

                   

I know it.



   

                   

Well, he needs all the help



   

                   

he can get, right?



   

                   

I could be doing my duty.



   

                   

Yeah, well...



   

                   

OPAL:

Look, he's smilin' at you.



   

                   

Don't you love a dog

with a sense ofhumor?



   

                   

Oh, would you run

and get the tweezers?



   

                   

I think he's got

something stuck in his paw.



   

                   

Here.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

He's a nice dog, isn't he?



   

                   

He's a great dog, isn't he?



   

                   

You can't keep this dog, Opal.



   

                   

Oh, please, Daddy, look at him!



   

                   

He's skinny!

He's needs to be fed well.



   

                   

And bathed, too!

No.



   

                   

Oh, please...

No, no, no.



   

                   

Please!

No! No! I said no.



   

                   

Please?



   

                   

All right, he can stay here



   

                   

while you're trying

to find him a home



   

                   

oryou figure out

where he belongs.



   

                   

He can stay?!.

Temporarily.



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

You're not

keepin' him, Opal.



   

                   

This is temporary, so don't

go getting your hopes up.



   

                   

I know it, sir.



   

                   

We're not gettin'

our hopes up,



   

                   

are we, Winn-Dixie?



   

                   

Good.

No, no, no.



   

                   

Why don't you go

make some signs



   

                   

so folks'll know

that, you know,



   

                   

you found a dog

who needs a home.



   

                   

Come on, Winn-Dixie!



   

                   

And a bath and a shower.



   

                   

And a bath and a shower.



   

                   

Hey, hey, come back here,

Winn-Dixie!



   

                   

Little miss...



   

                   

you thinkyou're using up

enough water?



   

                   

Uh, we still got to rinse.



   

                   

Opal, where'd you get that hose?



   

                   

I didn't thinkyou'd mind

ifl borrowed it.



   

                   

Well, I do mind!



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

I'm sorry, Mr. Alfred!



   

                   

I'm sorry!

Whoa!



   

                   

MR. ALFRED:

Come back here, you stupid dog, you!



   

                   

Ifl catch you,



   

                   

so help me, you won't...



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

MR. ALFRED:

I made an exception for the kid.



   

                   

But there is no exception

for that mongrel.



   

                   

You see that sign

on the front of my trailer?



   

                   

Does anybody

read my signs?



   

                   

We're-we're

not keeping him.



   

                   

We're trying to

find him a good home.



   

                   

Well, hurry it up,

or I'm calling the pound.



   

                   

We...



   

                   

Daddy?



   

                   

Dry that dog off, Opal.



   

                   

And dryyourself off, too.



   

                   

You know, Winn-Dixie,

if my mom were around,



   

                   

I bet she'd let me keep you.



   

                   

Ever since we moved here,



   

                   

I've been thinking

about my mama extra hard.



   

                   

Opal, I hope that dog's

not in your bed.



   

                   

OPAL:

Yes, sir.



   

                   

I-I mean, no, sir, he's not.



   

                   

I really don't

know where she is.



   

                   

She left

when I was only threeyears old.



   

                   

I can't hardly remember her.



   

                   

PREACHER: And make sure

you gotyourwindow shut tight.



   

                   

Don't want that rain gettin' in.



   

                   

OPAL:

Okay.



   

                   

The preacher?



   

                   

It's no use.



   

                   

He won't talk to me at all

about her.



   

                   

I betyou don't remember

your mama much, either.



   

                   

So we're really alike,

you and me.



   

                   

Think I should

make the preacher



   

                   

tell me about her?



   

                   

Mm, I'll think about it.



   

                   

You're supposed to be in bed.



   

                   

Daddy,

can you tell me about Mama?



   

                   

Uh, I knowyou don't

like to talk about her,



   

                   

but I don't even remember

what she looked like.



   

                   

What did she look like?



   

                   

I don't need to know a lot.



   

                   

Just a few things.



   

                   

She'd tell you

not to stay up so late.



   

                   

PREACHER:

Opal.



   

                   

You ready to head out

and put up those signs?



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Hold on.



   

                   

No, leave him here.



   

                   

Stay here.



   

                   

Stay.



   

                   

What the...?



   

                   

God... bless it.



   

                   

Opal, would you bring

that dog inside, please?



   

                   

Come on, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

That night,

I wrote down in myjournal



   

                   

that what the preacher

couldn't see



   

                   

is that Winn-Dixie wasn't lost.



   

                   

And I didn't find him.



   

                   

He found me.



   

                   

He was a dog

who knew how to be a friend.



   

                   

Hey, boy.



   

                   

Where are we goi n'?



   

                   

You I i ke that?



   

                   

I bet with a col lar like that



   

                   

you'd feel like

you belonged to somebody.



   

                   

Well, maybe we

could afford it.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

BIRD

Hello?



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

BI RD:

Hello.



   

                   

BI RD:

Hello.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

I-I-I'm sorry.



   

                   

Do you work here?



   

                   

Yeah, but we're closed.



   

                   

Hey. Hey.



   

                   

Don't mind him.



   

                   

That's just how he says hello.



   

                   

Um, that's Winn-Dixie

and I'm Opal.



   

                   

I'm, uh, Otis.



   

                   

BIRD:

Otis.



   

                   

Well, Otis,



   

                   

my dog sure likes

this red collar,



   

                   

but I don't get

a big enough allowance



   

                   

to afford somethin' this fancy.



   

                   

Well, look, Miss.



   

                   

I'm mostlyjust here

to take care ofthe animals.



   

                   

BIRD:

Otis.



   

                   

Shut up, idiot.



   

                   

I was thinking



   

                   

maybe we could set up

an installment plan.



   

                   

Well, I don't think

I can do that.



   

                   

Well, I could work foryou.



   

                   

I could come in and

sweep the floors



   

                   

and straighten

up the shelves



   

                   

and take out the trash.



   

                   

I could do that.



   

                   

Well, that's what I do.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Well, you sure need some help.



   

                   

BI RD:

Otis. Hello.



   

                   

I'm real trustworthy.



   

                   

But the only thing is,

Winn-Dixie, my dog,



   

                   

he'd have to come inside with me

while I work.



   

                   

He doesn't like

to be left alone.



   

                   

Well, Gertrude doesn't like dogs.



   

                   

She owns a pet shop

and she don't like dogs?



   

                   

Yeah.

No, I mean, that Gertrude.



   

                   

The parrot.



   

                   

Gertrude.



   

                   

It's named

after the owner.



   

                   

Doesn't like dogs.



   

                   

Well, she might like Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Almost everybody does.



   

                   

Ifthe two of'em get along,



   

                   

then could I have the job?



   

                   

Mm, I don't know.



   

                   

GERTRUDE:

Dog. Dog. Dog!



   

                   

I know it's a dog.



   

                   

Gertrude's a pretty bird.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Hello, dog.



   

                   

See? She likes him.



   

                   

That's pretty amazing,

don't you think?



   

                   

OTIS:

I'll be damned.



   

                   

Then we're all set, then. Thanks.



   

                   

No, wait, Miss.



   

                   

I can't-I can't

just giveyou a job.



   

                   

I can't just giveyou a...

Thankyou.



   

                   

You won't be sorry.

I'm a real hard worker.



   

                   

That's nice.

Thankyou for listening.



   

                   

Have a nice day, ma'am.

Have a nice day.



   

                   

Little ten-year-old kid

walk in here,



   

                   

make me look like a idiot.



   

                   

GERTRUDE:

Shut up, idiot.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Need some help?



   

                   

Get rid ofthat dog.



   

                   

Oh, Lord.



   

                   

What did he, uh,



   

                   

what'd he do now?



   

                   

Nothin'.



   

                   

He don't have

to do nothin'.



   

                   

I make the rules here,

and it's plain: no pets.



   

                   

Well, you know,



   

                   

Opal's been very responsible

with the dog, Mr. Alfred.



   

                   

She's still lookin'

for a home.



   

                   

Uh, well, get me a photo.



   

                   

I'll post it on eBay.



   

                   

I'll getyou competing

bids within an hour.



   

                   

Okay, thankyou,



   

                   

but I don't think

that's necessary.



   

                   

You just stay here rent-free

because I can write it off



   

                   

as a charitable donation

to the church.



   

                   

But my charity stops

with that animal.



   

                   

You know how much

we appreciate



   

                   

the accommodation here, sir.



   

                   

Call the pound.



   

                   

Mr. Alfred, please.



   

                   

I'm sure

we can work somethin' out.



   

                   

I mean,just give us

a little bit more time.



   

                   

You want a home or a dog?



   

                   

Call the pound.



   

                   

Well, yeah, I just-I just figure



   

                   

you got such a nice, big place

over there, you know.



   

                   

And, uh, and he's, and

I'm sure he'd be fine



   

                   

with-with your other dogs.



   

                   

Uh-huh.



   

                   

Uh-huh.

Don't let him seeyou.



   

                   

Uh-huh, yeah, look,

he's very playful.



   

                   

Yeah, he's great with kids.



   

                   

Opal thinks

the world ofhim.



   

                   

Yeah. Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Yeah. Well, listen,

ifyou think ofsomebody,



   

                   

you be sure to give me a call,

all right?



   

                   

Okay.

Come back here, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

I hope to seeyou

in church on Sunday.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Okay, all right.

Bye, now.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

OPAL:

Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Dixie.



   

                   

Dixie. No!



   

                   

Opal. Opal. Opal.



   

                   

Come on. Come on.

I know, I know.



   

                   

No!

Sir, I need you to sign



   

                   

this release form, please.

It's not right, Daddy.



   

                   

You know it isn't!

Opal.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Stop that right now.



   

                   

Please, Daddy.



   

                   

He's the only friend I have!



   

                   

Don't take him away.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

Please?



   

                   

Wait.



   

                   

Don't take him.



   

                   

What, this isn't the dog?



   

                   

Uh, there's

been a mistake.



   

                   

That isn't the dog.



   

                   

Come on. Get him inside.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

OPAL:

The preacher took a loan out from church



   

                   

and paid offour rent,



   

                   

but he had to promise Mr. Alfred



   

                   

that he would find Winn-Dixie a home



   

                   

before the end ofsummer.



   

                   

I would have promised

anybody anything.



   

                   

I was just so happy

to have Winn-Dixie with me.



   

                   

And I was happy to have a job

at Gertrude 's Pets.



   

                   

This is our town.



   

                   

See?



   

                   

Ki nda lonely, isn't it?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Hey, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Wait... wait for me, boy.



   

                   

Hey, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie, come back here.



   

                   

That's the library.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie,

you can't go in there.



   

                   

It says so on the sign.



   

                   

Wow, look at all those books.



   

                   

Oh, my goodness.



   

                   

Are you al I ri ght?



   

                   

It's a bear.



   

                   

A bear?



   

                   

I t's a bear.

He's come back.



   

                   

He has?

Yes. Yes.



   

                   

Where is he?



   

                   

He's right out there.



   

                   

That's no bear.



   

                   

That's just a dog.



   

                   

It's my dog, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

A dog?



   

                   

Oh. I...



   

                   

It's your dog?



   

                   

Oh. You sure?



   

                   

Yes, ma'am, I'm positive.



   

                   

I'd know him anywhere.



   

                   

All right.

Let me help you up.



   

                   

Oh.

Come on.



   

                   

( woman panting )



   

                   

It's okay.



   

                   

Mm.



   

                   

Wh-Who are you?



   

                   

I'm India Opal.

Oh.



   

                   

But you can just call me Opal.



   

                   

Well, I'm Miss Franny.



   

                   

You must think

I'm a silly ol' thing



   

                   

mistaking a dog for a bear.



   

                   

Areyou sure that is a dog?



   

                   

Yes, ma'am.



   

                   

I'm sure.

Hmm.



   

                   

He just don't like to

be left alone is all.



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Sorry to botheryou,

Miss Franny.



   

                   

Well, I-I had a bad experience

with a bear



   

                   

coming into Herman W. Block

Memorial Library,



   

                   

and I've never quite

gotten over it.



   

                   

A bear came into the library?



   

                   

Oh, yes.



   

                   

It's quite a story.



   

                   

Sure would like to hear it.



   

                   

But Winn-Dixie

gets lonelywithout me.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

maybe we could

make an exception.



   

                   

Now, one hot Thursday,

way back then,



   

                   

I was sittin' here

in the library,



   

                   

and all the doors and windows

were wide open.



   

                   

And I had my nose in a book



   

                   

until I noticed

a very peculiar smell.



   

                   

A very strong smell.



   

                   

And I raised

my eyes up slowly



   

                   

and standing

right in front of me was a bear.



   

                   

A very large bear.



   

                   

How large was it?



   

                   

At least four times



   

                   

the size ofyour dog.



   

                   

That big?



   

                   

Wow.



   

                   

Then what happened?



   

                   

I very slowly



   

                   

and very carefully raised up

the book I was reading.



   

                   

What bookwas that?



   

                   

Warand Peace.



   

                   

And I carefully aimed it,

and I threw it



   

                   

right at him!



   

                   

Be gone!



   

                   

Good dog.



   

                   

Thankyou.



   

                   

And do you know what?



   

                   

No, ma'am. What?



   

                   

This is why I will never forget.



   

                   

He took the book with him.



   

                   

Nuh-uh.



   

                   

Yes, ma'am,

he snatched it up



   

                   

and ran off.



   

                   

Did he ever come back?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I never saw him again.



   

                   

Well, the men in town,

they used to tease me about it.



   

                   

They used to say, Miss Franny,



   

                   

we saw that bear ofyours

out in the woods today.



   

                   

He was reading

Warand Peace



   

                   

and said it sure was good,



   

                   

andhe'dlike

to check it out again. 



   

                   

Ah, I imagine I'm the only one

who even recalls that bear.



   

                   

You don't have a husband

or children?



   

                   

Mm, I never married.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

I didn't have the need.



   

                   

Butyou don't have anyone.



   

                   

I have these books.



   

                   

Now, look at that.



   

                   

That dog is smilin' at me.



   

                   

Would you like to be friends?



   

                   

You and me and Winn-Dixie?



   

                   

Would you wanna

be friends?



   

                   

Why, that would be fine.



   

                   

That would be grand.



   

                   

Just grand.



   

                   

OPAL:

Winn-Dixie was better



   

                   

at makin'friends

than anyone I had everknown.



   

                   

I talked to him

about everything.



   

                   

And he was

a real good listener.



   

                   

Just about everything good

that happened that summer



   

                   

happened because ofWinn-Dixie.



   

                   

°” Oh... °”



   

                   

°” Hey... °”



   

                   

°” Oh... °”



   

                   

U h-oh.



   

                   

°” Hey... °”



   

                   

GERTRU DE:

Dog.



   

                   

Dog!



   

                   

Help me here.



   

                   

Oh, God.



   

                   

Stop it, Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Ah. Ooh.



   

                   

OTIS:

Help me get 'em back in the...



   

                   

Ooh.

-...cages.



   

                   

I'll get the rabbits.



   

                   

OTIS:

You idiot.



   

                   

Sarah...



   

                   

Sarah, come here, sweetie.



   

                   

Come on, come on.



   

                   

Son of a...



   

                   

OPAL:

Play some more music.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

What I said was,

play some more music, Otis.



   

                   

Far out.

Do it again.



   

                   

Wel l, it seems

to be working.



   

                   

I 'm gonna go tell my ma

about what I seen.



   

                   

That man's magic.



   

                   

He's a magic man.



   

                   

Bye, Magic Man.



   

                   

Bye, Opal.



   

                   

Are you really a magic man?



   

                   

I was just playin'

for the animals.



   

                   

Uh...



   

                   

They seem to...

they seem to like it.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Did they escape

from their cages?



   

                   

No, I left the cages open.



   

                   

You just let 'em roam around?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

It's... it's no good

bein' locked up, though.



   

                   

GERTRUDE:

Locked up.



   

                   

Shut up.



   

                   

Shut up, idiot.



   

                   

Shouldn'tyou be sweepin' up?



   

                   

Why don'tyou sweep up?



   

                   

With your guitar?



   

                   

Just sweep up the place and...



   

                   

clean it up a little bit,

this mess.



   

                   

°” Hey...



   

                   

He doesn't want to

be left alone is all.



   

                   

Can't we bring him?



   

                   

Can't bring a dog

to church, Opal.



   

                   

Come on. We're

gonna be late.



   

                   

It's a big day for me.



   

                   

He's scared we'll

leave him for good



   

                   

and never come back.



   

                   

That mutt ain't got

a homeyet?



   

                   

Uh, no, notyet, but

we're workin' on it.



   

                   

I had a dog like that once, myself.



   

                   

A real howler.



   

                   

I got him to shut up.



   

                   

You did? How?



   

                   

I shot him.



   

                   

Well, you can't shoot

a church-goin' dog.



   

                   

It'd be a sin.



   

                   

CHOI R:

°” Amazing Grace °”



   

                   

°” How sweet the sound °”



   

                   

°”That saved a wretch like me °”



   

                   

°” I once was lost °”



   

                   

°” But now am found °”



   

                   

°”Was blind... °”



   

                   

°”...but now I see °”



   

                   

°” 'Twas grace that taught °”



   

                   

°” My heart to fear °”



   

                   

°” And grace my fears relieved °”



   

                   

°” How precious did... °”



   

                   

All right, all right!



   

                   

That's enough. That's enough.



   

                   

Please, stop.

Everyone just stop, please.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

Thankyou.



   

                   

Opal.



   

                   

He doesn't know

the words is all.



   

                   

But he sure is moved

by the spirit.



   

                   

Get that dog, now.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Oh, my stars!



   

                   

It's a face

only a mother could love.



   

                   

Are dogs allowed in church?



   

                   

Sit. Sit.



   

                   

We, uh, we recently celebrated



   

                   

the hundredth anniversary

of man learning to fly.



   

                   

Now, that's the sort of miracle



   

                   

that we tend to take

for granted nowadays.



   

                   

But for hundreds ofyears,



   

                   

man was taking that same kind

ofleap offaith...



   

                   

and falling right on his butt.



   

                   

Yep, folks, theywas

tyin' themselves to kites



   

                   

and homemade wings and hurlin'

themselves off ofbarns



   

                   

and crashin' off of cliffs.



   

                   

So how did

the Wright brothers do it?



   

                   

When everybody else was

nose-divin' for centuries?



   

                   

They saw...



   

                   

Don't even think about it.



   

                   

...the unique value in all

the inventors around 'em.



   

                   

Did you know that part

oftheirwing design



   

                   

was actually the same design

as a railroad bridge?



   

                   

Yeah.

No.



   

                   

Isn't that a genius leap?



   

                   

Usin' a bridge to fly?



   

                   

Keep on preaching!



   

                   

I got him!

I got him!



   

                   

And more importantly,

they had each other...



   

                   

...working as brothers,

as a team.



   

                   

It's the same reason we have...



   

                   

Whoa! Look at him go!



   

                   

Working together,

we can lift this town up!



   

                   

More than just taking a leap

of faith, we can learn to fly!



   

                   

Sorry!



   

                   

Opal, stop that dog!



   

                   

WOMAN:

Mm, mm, mm.



   

                   

Never in my life.



   

                   

A dog catchin' a mouse.



   

                   

Let us pray...



   

                   

for this mouse.



   

                   

OPAL:

That sure was somethin'.



   

                   

I bet Mama would have gotten

a big kick out of it.



   

                   

Opal, the dog cannot

go back to church.



   

                   

Everybodywas talkin'.



   

                   

They said they

hadn't had



   

                   

that much fun in church

in a long while.



   

                   

Opal.



   

                   

I



   

                   

Doesn't it look better?



   

                   

Now whereyou takin' me,

Winn-Dixie?



   

                   

DUNLAP:

That doglooks like a dirtycarpet!



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I can hearyou.



   

                   

I can hearyou guys behind me.



   

                   

You betterwatch out!



   

                   

That dog's headed right

for the witch's house.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie, come back here!



   

                   

Winn-Dixie!



   

                   

You better go get

your dog out ofthere.



   

                   

Get lost,

you bald-headed babies!



   

                   

Hey, that witch is gonna

eat that dog for dinner



   

                   

and you for dessert!



   

                   

I wouldn't go in there,

Baloney Breath.



   

                   

Baloney Breath?



   

                   

You're just a couple

of skinny-armed chickens.



   

                   

We'll tell the preacher

what happened toyou.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie?



   

                   

Winn-Dixie, where areyou?



   

                   

WOMAN:

Give me this, I said.



   

                   

Let it go. Let it go!



   

                   

Give it! Give it to me!



   

                   

Let it go, I said.



   

                   

Stop it!

Oh!



   

                   

Who's there?



   

                   

Um, please don't eat me.



   

                   

D-D...



   

                   

Don't eat me!



   

                   

I don't taste good!

I don't taste good!



   

                   

Please, help!



   

                   

Eat you?



   

                   

You silly child.



   

                   

How can I eatyou?



   

                   

Where's my dog?



   

                   

Did you eat my dog?



   

                   

Hardly.



   

                   

But he darn near bit my hand off

stealing my sandwich!



   

                   

Where is he?

Where is the dog?



   

                   

Where's the dog?



   

                   

Where is the d...



   

                   

Oh, I hear him.

I hear him.



   

                   

He's smackin' his lip.



   

                   

He sure love peanut butter.



   

                   

Listen at him.



   

                   

I'm sorry I got

on your property.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

My name's Opal.



   

                   

My name is... Gloria.

Gloria Dump.



   

                   

Isn't that

a terrible last name?



   

                   

Dump?



   

                   

Well, my last name's Buloni.



   

                   

Sometimes the kids at school,

they call me Lunch Meat.



   

                   

Lunch Meat.



   

                   

Oh, my.



   

                   

Well, I'm pleased

to meetyou, Lunch Meat.



   

                   

Whatyou call

your friend here?



   

                   

Oh, that's Winn-Dixie.

Winn-Dixie?



   

                   

You mean like the grocery store?



   

                   

Now, that takes the

strange-name prize, don't it?



   

                   

Woo-wee!



   

                   

Oh, no. Hmm-mm.

This one's mine.



   

                   

I'm gon' eat this one.



   

                   

You know, baby girl...



   

                   

these eyes of mine,



   

                   

they don't see

too good no more.



   

                   

You can't see?



   

                   

Well... you know, I can...



   

                   

I can see only

the general shape



   

                   

ofthings.



   

                   

So I rely on my heart.



   

                   

Why don'tyou go ahead and tell

me everything aboutyourself,



   

                   

so I can seeyou with my heart?



   

                   

Well, the first thing you should

know about me is that...



   

                   

my dad's the preacher,



   

                   

which was why

we moved to Naomi.



   

                   

OPAL:

I hadbeen waiting forso long



   

                   

to tella person

everything about me,



   

                   

I couldn't stop.



   

                   

I told Gloria Dump everything.



   

                   

And the whole time

I was talkin',



   

                   

Gloria Dump was listening.



   

                   

I see, I see.



   

                   

But the most i m portant thi ng

you should know about me...



   

                   

is that I don't have a mama.



   

                   

You don't have a mama.



   

                   

Somethin' happened to her

that made her go away,



   

                   

and I don't know

what it was.



   

                   

Well, then the Dewberry boys...



   

                   

OPAL: I couldfeelherlistening

with all herheart.



   

                   

And it felt good.



   

                   

Wi nn-Dixie?



   

                   

What's wrong, boy?



   

                   

Quiet!



   

                   

You'll wake the preacher.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie, come back here!



   

                   

Opal!



   

                   

Opal!



   

                   

What's going on with that dog?



   

                   

I don't know!



   

                   

Come on, Winn-Dixie.

Come on, come on!



   

                   

Come...



   

                   

Winn-Dixie!



   

                   

Daddy, I'm sorry.



   

                   

I don't know

what's gotten into him.



   

                   

It's just thunder.

It's okay.



   

                   

Daddy, what ifhe hurts himself?



   

                   

What ifhe tries

to get away?!.



   

                   

Daddy, what's happening?!.



   

                   

Let's get out ofthe way.



   

                   

Oh...



   

                   

Do you know what

a pathological fear is?



   

                   

No, sir.



   

                   

It is a fear that goes way

beyond normal fears.



   

                   

It's a fear thatyou

can't be talked out of,



   

                   

you can't be reasoned out of.



   

                   

And I thinkWinn-Dixie



   

                   

has a pathological fear

ofthunderstorms.



   

                   

We get an awful lot of

thunderstorms in the summer.



   

                   

Well, I 'm gonna have

to make sure



   

                   

he doesn't get out

during a storm.



   

                   

Might run away.



   

                   

We'll have to make sure

we keep him safe.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

I've been talkin'

to Winn-Dixie.



   

                   

Oh, is that right?



   

                   

I



   

                   

He thinks,

since I'm ten years old,



   

                   

you should tell me ten things

about my mama.



   

                   

Why don'tyou just

go back to bed, Opal?



   

                   

Just ten things, that's all.



   

                   

One thing for each year

I've been alive.



   

                   

He made it sound like

a reasonable request.



   

                   

I should've known

you'd be more trouble.



   

                   

You remind me

so much ofyour mama.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

But that doesn't count

as the first thing, okay?



   

                   

Okay, all right.



   

                   

Ten things... and then

it's offto bed, all right?



   

                   

Okay, let's see.



   

                   

One: She was funny.



   

                   

She could make

just about anybody laugh.



   

                   

Two: She had fair hair

and big eyes.



   

                   

Just like me.



   

                   

Exactly likeyou.



   

                   

I kinda remember that.



   

                   

Doya?



   

                   

Mm? Good.



   

                   

Three: She liked

to plant things.



   

                   

She had a talent for it.



   

                   

She could stick a tire

in the ground and grow a car.



   

                   

Four: She could run.

Oh, was she fast!



   

                   

You couldn't ever

race her, you know.



   

                   

I mean, ifyou did,



   

                   

y-you couldn't let her

get a head start.



   

                   

Otherwise, she'd

beat you for sure.



   

                   

What's number five?



   

                   

She couldn't cook.



   

                   

Burned everything, even water.



   

                   

Six: Your mama

loved a good story.



   

                   

She could sit and listen

to anybody tell a story.



   

                   

She especially liked

funny ones, mm-hmm.



   

                   

'Cause she loved to laugh.



   

                   

What's number seven?



   

                   

She knew all the constellations.



   

                   

Every planet

in the nighttime sky.



   

                   

And she could name 'em,

you know?



   

                   

Point 'em out.



   

                   

She never got tired

oflooking up at 'em.



   

                   

Number eight...



   

                   

She hated being

a preacher's wife.



   

                   

She said she couldn't stand



   

                   

havin' all those ladies

at church judgin' her



   

                   

on how she sang and what shewas

wearing and what she cooked.



   

                   

She said it made herfeel

like a bug under a microscope.



   

                   

What's the ninth thing?



   

                   

Number nine... is...



   

                   

your mama loved you.



   

                   

She loved you very much.



   

                   

But she left me.



   

                   

She left us.



   

                   

Why'd she leave us?



   

                   

She just...



   

                   

packed her bags and left us.



   

                   

Just... yeah.



   

                   

Didn't leave one thing behind.



   

                   

She didn't leave anything?



   

                   

Nope.



   

                   

Nothin'.



   

                   

What's number ten, Daddy?



   

                   

I think that's enough for now.



   

                   

But that's only nine things.



   

                   

It's late.



   

                   

You'll think ofnumberten

for me, won'tyou?



   

                   

Good night, Opal.



   

                   

PREACHER: She couldstick a tire

in the groundandgrow a car.



   

                   

Burned everything.

Even water.



   

                   

She knew

all the constellations.



   

                   

She hated bein'

a preacher's wife.



   

                   

It made her feel like a bug

under a microscope.



   

                   

OPAL: That night,

I went over and over in my head



   

                   

the nine things

that the preacher had told me.



   

                   

Then I wrote them down



   

                   

just the way he had

said them to me.



   

                   

That way, I would

never forget them.



   

                   

Oh...



   

                   

He shouldn't be away

from his mom too long



   

                   

when they're this small.



   

                   

What kind of tree is this?



   

                   

It's a wait-and-see tree.



   

                   

What's that mean?



   

                   

It means you got to

wait till it grows up



   

                   

beforeyou can

see what it is.



   

                   

Tight?



   

                   

Well?



   

                   

MAN:

So you just drifted



   

                   

on into town.



   

                   

OTIS:

I told you everything.



   

                   

Mornin', Otis.



   

                   

Well, well, well.



   

                   

How long you known

Mr. Otis, here?



   

                   

Not so long, I guess.



   

                   

So I reckon you

know Gertrude, too?



   

                   

Yes, I do.



   

                   

Winn-Dixie!



   

                   

Yet somehow you don't

know Miss Gertrude.



   

                   

Hmm?



   

                   

Norwhy she'd

leave her shop



   

                   

in the hands of a drifter.



   

                   

Look, I told you

that we're cousins.



   

                   

POLICEMAN:

You ain't no cousin



   

                   

I know about, there, smiley.



   

                   

I told you her mama's sick,



   

                   

and I told you she asked me

to look after this store.



   

                   

Well, aren'tyou



   

                   

a big steamin'

pile of pancakes?



   

                   

OTIS: Don'tyou have

anyone else's dayyou can ruin?



   

                   

Why'd you come

in here, man?



   

                   

Just leave me alone. God.



   

                   

Well, well, well.



   

                   

Somebody's all fired

up on budgie food.



   

                   

Now, you.



   

                   

We're gonna go outside



   

                   

and have a little talk,

me and you.



   

                   

Leave the girl alone.



   

                   

Someone better shut

their gob-hole.



   

                   

Come on, little one.



   

                   

Getyou out ofthe presence

of... Mr. Ravioli over here.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Come on, now.



   

                   

Now, you don't

know so much



   

                   

about that fellow

in there, doyou?



   

                   

I know he can sing

near anything.



   

                   

Oh, yeah, he can

sing, all right,



   

                   

Iike a bird in a cage.



   

                   

He tell you he

was locked up



   

                   

in jail for a while?



   

                   

I don't know anything

about that.



   

                   

POLICEMAN: Mm-hmm.

The preacher knowyou'reworking here?



   

                   

I didn't think so.



   

                   

You just better

watch out.



   

                   

Hey! Hey! Whoa!

Get away from there!



   

                   

You are in violation



   

                   

ofOrdinance   -  :



   

                   

the ramming of

a horny head



   

                   

into a police-issued vehicle!



   

                   

Ow!



   

                   

Don'tyou sass me,



   

                   

you naughty goose!



   

                   

Hey, Elvis! You stupid...



   

                   

Ow!



   

                   

Just, oh, get out here

and help me!



   

                   

Get away, you freak!



   

                   

Get away from me,

you hairy barnyard freaks!



   

                   

Crazy wild goose on me!



   

                   

Oh!    -  !



   

                   

Ah, I went through a stop sign!



   

                   

There's a goose! Help!



   

                   

STEVI E:

You're such a goody-goody.



   

                   

Shouldn't the

preacher's daughter



   

                   

be at home

studying the Bible?



   

                   

I saw you with

the police.



   

                   

You're so busted.



   

                   

That pet shop man



   

                   

is a retarded criminal.



   

                   

You don't know anything.



   

                   

I know Preacher...



   

                   

wouldn't likeyou hanging

around... with criminals.



   

                   

Lay offher, Stevie.



   

                   

I don't care whatyou guys say.



   

                   

Go pickyour lice,



   

                   

you booger-eaters!



   

                   

Dang, Opal.



   

                   

GLORIA:

Babygirl, how 'bout telling me a story?



   

                   

OPAL: Once upon a time,

I hated the Dewberryboys.



   

                   

The end.



   

                   

Oh, stop that nonsense.



   

                   

I do hate 'em.



   

                   

They're ignorant.

They thinkyou're a witch.



   

                   

Oh, they're just trying

to get your attention.



   

                   

I'll bet they likeyou.



   

                   

Gloria, you know Otis?



   

                   

No, I don't know Otis,



   

                   

but I do know

whatyou told me about him.



   

                   

You know he's a criminal?



   

                   

He's been in jail.



   

                   

Baby girl, come on.



   

                   

I want to show

you somethin'.



   

                   

See this tree?



   

                   

Yeah.

Hmm?



   

                   

OPAL:

Why are all those bottles on it?



   

                   

GLORIA:

To keep the ghosts away.



   

                   

What ghosts?



   

                   

Ghosts of all the things

I've done wrong.



   

                   

You did

that many things wrong?



   

                   

More than that, baby girl.



   

                   

But you're not

a bad person.



   

                   

Doesn't mean

I haven't done bad things.



   

                   

But there's whiskey

bottles on there,



   

                   

a-and beer bottles.



   

                   

That's right.

I know that.



    

                   

I'm the one what drank

what was in 'em,



    

                   

and I'm the one

what put 'em up there.



    

                   

Oh, baby girl.



    

                   

You know, a lot

offolks have problems...



    

                   

with liquor and beer.



    

                   

Get to start drinkin'

and can't get stopped.



    

                   

Areyou one ofthose people?



    

                   

Yes, I am...



    

                   

butyou know somethin'?



    

                   

These days, I don't drink



    

                   

nothin' stronger

than coffee.



    

                   

Did the whiskey

and beer and wine...



    

                   

did they makeyou do all those

bad things that are ghosts now?



    

                   

Some of'em.



    

                   

Some of'em

I would've done anyway,



    

                   

with orwithout the liquor

and the beer...



    

                   

till I learned.



    

                   

Learned what?



    

                   

Till I learned what was

the most important thing.



    

                   

What's that?



    

                   

Oh... it's different

for everyone.



    

                   

Got to learn

it on your own.



    

                   

But, you know,



    

                   

we should judge Otis



    

                   

by the pretty music

that he makes



    

                   

and how kind he is

to all them animals,



    

                   

'cause that's all we know

about him now... right?



    

                   

Yes, ma'am.



    

                   

All right, then.



    

                   

Miss Franny, I've got this

friend named Gloria Dump...



    

                   

Mm.

-...and she really loves to read,



    

                   

only her eyes are bad,

so she can't read anymore.



    

                   

Ooh.

So I was thinkin'



    

                   

maybe I could read her

a story.



    

                   

Mm.

Doyou have any suggestions?



    

                   

Of course I have

suggestions.



    

                   

Hmm. What about...

Gone with the Wind?



    

                   

What's that about?



    

                   

Oh, it's a wonderful,

exciting story



    

                   

about the Civil War.



    

                   

The Civil War?



    

                   

Now, Opal,

don't tell me



    

                   

you have never heard

ofthe Civil War.



    

                   

It was the war

between the North



    

                   

and the South

over slavery.



    

                   

MISS FRANNY:

That's right, Opal.



    

                   

My great-grandfather,

Littmus W. Block,



    

                   

fought in that war.



    

                   

I'm ready for another book.



    

                   

Well, Amanda, maybeyou

wouldn't mind waitin'.



    

                   

I was just telling

India Opal a story



    

                   

about my great-grandfather.



    

                   

I sure would like

to hear a story



    

                   

aboutyour great-grandfather.



    

                   

MISS FRANNY:

Now, Littmus, onlya boyof   



    

                   

went offto be a hero,



    

                   

but he soon found out

the truth.



    

                   

What truth?



    

                   

That war is hell.

Pure hell.



    

                   

Hell is a cuss word.



    

                   

MISS FRANNY:

Well, war is a cuss word, too.



    

                   

I mean, nei-neither

ofyou can imagine...



    

                   

Littmus was hungry

all the time.



    

                   

He was covered

with all manner ofvermin.



    

                   

Fleas and lice.



    

                   

And hewas constantly

being shot at.



    

                   

He suffered in a waythat no boy

should ever have to suffer,



    

                   

and it changed him.



    

                   

Shoot, I can't see nothin'.



    

                   

There probably

ain't nothin' to see.



    

                   

Come on, Dunlap.



    

                   

You got to think

like a secret agent.



    

                   

You got to think

like a spy.



    

                   

He walked back home

when the warwas over.



    

                   

I mean, he walked from Virginia

all the way to Georgia,



    

                   

but when he got there,

his parents, his sisters,



    

                   

everything

and everyone was gone.



    

                   

AMANDA: But, Miss Franny,

what about his sisters?



    

                   

What happened to them?

Dead.



    

                   

Dead from typhoid fever.



    

                   

And his mama?



    

                   

Dead, too.



    

                   

And his father?



    

                   

He died on the battlefield.



    

                   

People are dying

all over the place.



    

                   

This guy's whole family's dead!



    

                   

STEVI E:

Come on, I wanna hear.



    

                   

So, Littmus was

an orphan?



    

                   

Yes. Poor Littmus was

all alone in the world.



    

                   

Well...



    

                   

when he finished crying, he...



    

                   

had the s-strangest sensation.



    

                   

He wanted something sweet.



    

                   

He wanted

a piece of candy.



    

                   

Yes, ma'am.

Littmus W. Block figured



    

                   

that the world

was a sorry affair



    

                   

and had enough ugly things in it.



    

                   

And what he was going to do

was put something sweet in it.



    

                   

STEVIE:

Let me see.



    

                   

Would you care

for a Littmus lozenge?



    

                   

Yes, Miss...

Yes, please.



    

                   

Thankyou.



    

                   

Now, they're

not made anymore.



    

                   

The world, it seems,



    

                   

Iost its appetite

for Littmus lozenges.



    

                   

Fortunately,

I had the foresight



    

                   

to save a few.



    

                   

Do you like it?



    

                   

OPAL:

Yes, ma'am.



    

                   

What aboutyou, Amanda?



    

                   

Yes, ma'am, but it

makes me feel sad.



    

                   

There is a secret

ingredient in there.



    

                   

What is it?



    

                   

Sorrow.



    

                   

Not everybody can taste it.



    

                   

I taste it.



    

                   

Me, too.



    

                   

Well, then...



    

                   

you've probably both had

your share of sadness.



    

                   

The world has changed so much.



    

                   

People in Naomi, they-they used

to know each other's sadnesses.



    

                   

They used to rely on each other.



    

                   

This town just isn't the same

without the candy factory.



    

                   

But how do you get sadness

into a piece of candy?



    

                   

Yeah, how'd you get

that taste in there?



    

                   

That is the mystery.



    

                   

That's how Littmus made

his fortune.



    

                   

By manufacturing a candy



    

                   

that tasted sweet and sad

at the same time.



    

                   

Man, we missed out

on the candy.



    

                   

Now they're just

sitting around,



    

                   

talking about

how they feel.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

I had to move away

from Watley...



    

                   

and leave all

my friends behind.



    

                   

That's one sadness

I've known.



    

                   

And my mama.



    

                   

I don't know my mama.



    

                   

I only know a few

things about her.



    

                   

And there's something the

preacherwon't tell me.



    

                   

( voice breaking ):

It makes me think ofCarson.



    

                   

STEVI E:

Hey, guys.



    

                   

Bookworms!

Where's your apples?



    

                   

I have to go.



    

                   

STEVI E:

What's with her?



    

                   

Who's Carson?



    

                   

Carson was

Amanda's brother.



    

                   

Was?



    

                   

He drowned last year.



    

                   

I saw the whole thing.



    

                   

Come on, Dunlap.



    

                   

OPAL: Gloria said that Naomi

was like one big mistake tree.



    

                   

And everyperson

was its own bottle,



    

                   

hanging in the wind,

all empty and alone.



    

                   

Miss Franny thought

it had been that way



    

                   

ever since the candy factory

closedyears ago.



    

                   

People lost more

than theirjobs.



    

                   

They lost each other.



    

                   

T astes I i ke m usic.



    

                   

I t reminds me of, uh...



    

                   

bei ng i n jai l.



    

                   

Otis, what were you in jail for?



    

                   

You don't have to tell me.



    

                   

I was just wondering.



    

                   

I never hurt anybody.



    

                   

Never meant to.



    

                   

But I 've been locked up.



    

                   

And I remember the day

very well.



    

                   

I was sitting

in the park,



    

                   

playing a little music.



    

                   

And there were people

walking their dogs,



    

                   

and children

were laughing.



    

                   

Itwas a perfect day, so I...



    

                   

felt like playing music.



    

                   

I put my...



    

                   

I put my hat out there,



    

                   

but I wasn't really playing

for money.



    

                   

I just thought that maybe

if someone was enjoying it,



    

                   

they might throw

a little change in there.



    

                   

Or not. I just...



    

                   

Well, music is better

if somebody's listening.



    

                   

Anyway, this...



    

                   

...this policeman

came up to me.



    

                   

He said I was disturbing

the peace.



    

                   

And then he tried to take

my guitar away from me.



    

                   

And I guess I got

real angry at him.



    

                   

But I'm not a bad man.



    

                   

I'm just...



    

                   

°” Not a lucky man °”



    

                   

Anyway, they told me that I

broke that policeman's nose.



    

                   

And they charged me with

assault on a police officer.



    

                   

And no matterwhat I said,

theywouldn't listen.



    

                   

No matterwhat I said,

theywouldn't...



    

                   

They gave me

threeyears.



    

                   

I said I'm...



    

                   

not a bad man; I'm just...



    

                   

°” Not a lucky man... °”



    

                   

Butyou. When I...

when I look at you...



    

                   

°”You are like a butterfly °”



    

                   

°” A caterpillar's dream to fly °”



    

                   

°”To bust out

ofthis old cocoon °”



    

                   

°” And dryyourwings off °”



    

                   

°” Butterfly °”



    

                   

°” Go ahead and fly... °”



    

                   

OPAL:

Iswept the floorrealslow that day.



    

                   

I wanted to keep Otis company.



    

                   

I didn't want him to be lonely.



    

                   

Sometimes it seemed to me



    

                   

Iike everybody

in the whole world was lonely.



    

                   

Yuck.



    

                   

That tastes bad.



    

                   

That tastes I i ke

not havi ng a dog.



    

                   

OPAL:

I wondered ifmy mama-



    

                   

wherever she was-

was lonely for me.



    

                   

Thinking about her was the same



    

                   

as the hole you keep on feeling

with your tongue



    

                   

afteryou lose a tooth.



    

                   

Time after time, my mind kept

on going to that empty spot.



    

                   

The spot where I felt

like she should be.



    

                   

Ooh, here, here!



    

                   

BOY:

Get back i n your spots.



    

                   

BOY  :

Okay.



    

                   

STEVI E:

Stri ke one.



    

                   

What do you think?



    

                   

Shall we give some

to the boys?



    

                   

Yeah, but they haven't been

very nice.



    

                   

They neverwant to playwith us.



    

                   

Try this one, Dunlap.



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

I got it! I got it!



    

                   

I got it!



    

                   

I got it!



    

                   

Whoa!



    

                   

There he is! Get him!



    

                   

BOY:

Just get him!



    

                   

Get the ball!



    

                   

Help me! Help me, Dunlap!



    

                   

BOY:

Here comes the sheriff.



    

                   

What in the name of corn on

the cob is goin' on around here?



    

                   

Have we got

a situation here, fellas?



    

                   

No, sir.

They're just all playin'.



    

                   

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Keep away from me!



    

                   

Oh!



    

                   

Get off of me!



    

                   

Off!.



    

                   

Get off of me, you hairy,

heavy-metal hound dog!



    

                   

Ow! Give me my pants back!



    

                   

Oh! That's a wedgie!



    

                   

This whole town's

gone mad!



    

                   

Look, he has chicken legs!



    

                   

I suppose you think

this is funny?



    

                   

Don't look at that!



    

                   

He wasn't trying to hurt you.



    

                   

He just wanted

to give you a candy.



    

                   

You little sea-monkeys.



    

                   

But I'm gonna see you

in sea-monkeyjail.



    

                   

I better put it in drive.



    

                   

What's wrong?



    

                   

You all right?



    

                   

Oh, Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

How many did you eat of these?



    

                   

Oh! Oh, that's gross!



    

                   

Oh, Winn-Dixie, ew!



    

                   

PREACH ER:

Opal, I hope you don't have



    

                   

that dog in your bed.



    

                   

Daddy?



    

                   

Opal...



    

                   

it's  :   in the morning.



    

                   

What are you doing up?



    

                   

Daddy, are you hungry?



    

                   

You lookin'

for somethin' to eat?



    

                   

Yeah, that's it.

I'm hungry.



    

                   

Try this.



    

                   

What's this?



    

                   

A Littmus lozenge.



    

                   

Doyou like it?



    

                   

Candy tastes melancholy.



    

                   

What's melancholy?



    

                   

Sad.



    

                   

It's supposed to taste sad.



    

                   

Makes me think

ofyour mother.



    

                   

Doyou think

about her a lot?



    

                   

I do, Opal.



    

                   

Daddy...



    

                   

did she drink?



    

                   

Opal, there's some things



    

                   

you're just too

young to understand.



    

                   

I-I understand a lot ofthings.



    

                   

I know about people

with drinkin' problems.



    

                   

Gloria Dump had

a drinking problem.



    

                   

I want to understand.



    

                   

Yeah, I don't

even understand



    

                   

what happened

with your mama.



    

                   

We were happy,

I know that,



    

                   

for a long time.



    

                   

Well, it seemed like a

long time, we were happy.



    

                   

But then she

started drinkin'.



    

                   

She started drinkin'...



    

                   

and that's the tenth thing?



    

                   

But it's more

complicated than that.



    

                   

Did she drink

because I was bad?



    

                   

Was it my fault

that she left?



    

                   

No. No! No!



    

                   

It's notyour fault.



    

                   

Don't... don't ever

say it's your fault.



    

                   

Don't ever say that.



    

                   

Do you hear me?



    

                   

Yes, sir.



    

                   

OPAL: I thought about how life

was like a Littmus lozenge,



    

                   

how the sweet and the sad

were all mixed up together...



    

                   

and how hard it was

to separate them out.



    

                   

He was so angry.



    

                   

Wel l...



    

                   

He was hurtin',

that's why.



    

                   

Everybody's hurtin'.



    

                   

Makes me feel sad.



    

                   

I want to help 'em, but I

just don't know what to do.



    

                   

Well... don't dwell

on it, child.



    

                   

Why don't we see what Miss

Scarlett's doin', hmm?



    

                   

I believe she's gettin'

ready for that party.



    

                   

That's what we need to do!



    

                   

We who?



    

                   

Weme and you!



    

                   

We should have a party!



    

                   

Don't you thinkwe should have

a party, Winn-Dixie?



    

                   

We can invite

Miss Franny Block...



    

                   

No, Opal!

-...and the preacher and Otis.



    

                   

Opal, don't go

in there!



    

                   

Come on, we need

to start plannin'.



    

                   

GLORIA:

No!



    

                   

Wow, it's dark in here.



    

                   

GLORIA:

Hold on, now, hon...



    

                   

Opal?



    

                   

Opal, wh-where areyou?



    

                   

Doyou see?



    

                   

Don't, don't...

That's a lot better.



    

                   

Close those cur...



    

                   

Come on.

Stop it!



    

                   

You cannot have

any party here!



    

                   

I haven't had folks

in here foryears.



    

                   

Just make sandwiches.



    

                   

And Otis can bring

his guitar.



    

                   

I said no, and that's

the end ofit.



    

                   

Miss Franny said the problem

with people here



    

                   

is that they forgot

how to share their sadness,



    

                   

but what I think is that people

forgot how to share theirjoy.



    

                   

Oh, Winn-Dixie, oh...



    

                   

Gloria, we need this party.



    

                   

Please?



    

                   

Oh, Lord.



    

                   

This child.



    

                   

Well, ifwe're

gonna have a party...



    

                   

this house needs

a big pick up



    

                   

ifwe gonna have folks over.



    

                   

Whee! We're having a party!



    

                   

We're gonna have a party,



    

                   

and don'tyou forget to

invite them Dewberry boys.



    

                   

Thankyou, Opal!



    

                   

Thanks.



    

                   

You're welcome.



    

                   

GLORIA:

Fruit.



    

                   

Oh!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

You're gonna come, right?



    

                   

Yeah, I-I'll be there.



    

                   

Should be done with

prayer group by then.



    

                   

We're havin' a party,

and you're invited.



    

                   

You don't have to thank me.

It was Winn-Dixie's idea.



    

                   

Come on, Winn-Dixie.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

MR. ALFRED:

Little miss?



    

                   

He don't howl so much anymore.



    

                   

He's not so lonely anymore.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

I



    

                   

Mr. Alfred, you're one

ofthe first people here.



    

                   

Well, there's no sense in

dilly-dallying, you know?



    

                   

Hello, Opal.



    

                   

Hi, Miss Franny.



    

                   

Mr. Alfred,

doyou know Miss Franny?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Miss Franny. Hello.



    

                   

Nice to meetyou.



    

                   

I brung dog pictures

for the theme ofthe party.



    

                   

Oh! That's great,

Sweetie Pie.



    

                   

Let me showyou.



    

                   

Come on, Winn-Dixie.



    

                   

Oh, wow,

they're beautiful!



    

                   

AMANDA:

Hey, Opal.



    

                   

Oh, hey, Amanda!



    

                   

I'm so glad you could come.



    

                   

Thankyou for

inviting me.



    

                   

Oh, thanks for comin'.



    

                   

Hey, Winn-Dixie.

Hold on.



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

Gloria!



    

                   

Gloria! Gloria.



    

                   

GLORIA:

I'm comin', I'm comin'.



    

                   

I'm comin', baby girl.

Don't rush me.



    

                   

Please don't rush me.

I'm so nervous.



    

                   

I haven't done this

in such a long time.



    

                   

It's okay.

You look beautiful.



    

                   

Well, thankyou for my

hair and myfingernails.



    

                   

And you look pretty, too.



    

                   

You wearin' that

necklace I gaveyou?



    

                   

Mm-hmm.



    

                   

Oh, everything is

so beautiful, Opal.



    

                   

I can see it.

I can just see it.



    

                   

Hi, Gloria.



    

                   

Who's that?



    

                   

Oh, Gloria, I'd likeyou

to meet my new friend, Amanda.



    

                   

Amanda.

What a beautiful name.



    

                   

I'm glad you came.

Thankyou.



    

                   

Come on.

Me, too.



    

                   

Come on. And this is

Miss Franny Block.



    

                   

Hello, Gloria.

I've heard all aboutyou.



    

                   

I hopeyou're enjoying

Gone with the Wind.



    

                   

Oh... thankyou.



    

                   

You're welcome.

And that's Mr. Alfred.



    

                   

Miss Gloria,

I'm delighted to meetyou.



    

                   

GERTRUDE:

Gertrude's a pretty bird.



    

                   

MR. ALFRED:

I had no idea all this was back here.



    

                   

Hello.

Hey, Otis!



    

                   

Otis. Uh-oh.



    

                   

Uh-oh, uh-oh.



    

                   

It's all right.

It's just a few people.



    

                   

Hardly any people at all.



    

                   

I brought pickles.



    

                   

Pickles.

Have a pickle.



    

                   

Oh! That's just exactly

what we needed.



    

                   

They'll go perfectly

with the egg salad sandwiches.



    

                   

Oh, Gertrude's a

pretty bird!



    

                   

Oh.



    

                   

Miss Franny, this is Otis.



    

                   

Oh! Oh!



    

                   

What happened?

What happened?



    

                   

The-the pickles fell.



    

                   

It's a pleasure

to shake your hand, Otis.



    

                   

Thankyou.

I brought pickles.



    

                   

Yes, I see. It's nice.



    

                   

Oh, and this

is Gloria Dump.



    

                   

I brought pickles

for the party.



    

                   

I'm glad you did.



    

                   

I mean, wouldn't have been

no partywithout pickles.



    

                   

Now, I've been

to several parties with no pickles.



    

                   

A-And not one of

'em was any fun.



    

                   

Otis, you can put

the pickles down right over here.



    

                   

Thankyou, ma'am.



    

                   

Baby girl, what happened



    

                   

with the Dewberry boys?



    

                   

And where's the preacher?



    

                   

Uh, I don't know.



    

                   

Well, I told 'em what

time we're startin'.



    

                   

GERTRUDE:

Uh-oh.



    

                   

Look at that dog

and look at that bird!



    

                   

Oh, no! Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

No, Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Get down! Get down!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie, come on.



    

                   

Well, ifwe don't eat soon,

there won't be any food left.



    

                   

I thinkyou're right.



    

                   

Let's just hold hands and...

give thanks for this.



    

                   

Opal, give meyour hand.



    

                   

Winn-Dixie, sit.



    

                   

Dear Lord

and Heavenly Father,



    

                   

we have egg salad sandwiches,

we got Dump's punch,



    

                   

we got pickles,

we got doggy pictures,



    

                   

and we have

Littmus lozenges,



    

                   

but, more importantly,

Dear Lord, we have good friends.



    

                   

Dear Lord, we got

good friends to share



    

                   

this warm summer night with us,



    

                   

and, for that,

we're grateful.



    

                   

Teach us, dear Lord,

to love one another.



    

                   

This we ask in Your name.



    

                   

Amen.



    

                   

ALL:

Amen.



    

                   

SWEETI E PI E:

Are we fixin' to eat now?



    

                   

I thinkwe might

want to eat inside.



    

                   

It's not supposed to rain.



    

                   

MISS FRANNY:

Oh! Oh, my God.



    

                   

Nobody said rain.



    

                   

It didn't pred...

Get the sandwiches!



    

                   

Get the punch!



    

                   

I got the plates!



    

                   

Somebody get the punch!

Get the sandwiches!



    

                   

Pickle?



    

                   

Oh, yes, I'm cleaned up

real good, now.



    

                   

Did you get

the sandwiches?



    

                   

Somebody get

the sandwiches?



    

                   

Yeah. They're

all wet, Gloria.



    

                   

And the punch?

Yeah.



    

                   

GERTRUDE:

Get the sandwiches?



    

                   

Uh-oh.



    

                   

Pickles. Pickles. Pickles.



    

                   

Comin' down.



    

                   

Can I talk toyou, please?

Oh, sure.



    

                   

GERTRUDE:

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.



    

                   

Opal, you worked real hard. I...



    

                   

I brought this foryou.



    

                   

I figured you'd earned it.



    

                   

Oh! Thanks, Otis.



    

                   

Dog! Dog! Dog!



    

                   

Don't worry.

I got them dog pictures.



    

                   

I got 'em right here.



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Oh, no!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

He's scared ofthunder!



    

                   

Winn... Winn-Dixie.



    

                   

No, Winn-Dixie, no!



    

                   

Opal, no, no, no.



    

                   

No, no!

Look, he's probably outside



    

                   

under the chair.



    

                   

We'll take the

flashlight and go look.



    

                   

No, no!



    

                   

I forgot to hold onto him!

Opal! Opal!



    

                   

Opal, take the flashlight.



    

                   

Opal!



    

                   

Opal! Uh...



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

GLORIA:

You can't see!



    

                   

Come back!



    

                   

Opal! Opa...



    

                   

Dewberry boys.



    

                   

You got all wet. Opal!



    

                   

No, Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Opal, your guests are here!



    

                   

Opa...



    

                   

Opal, your guests

are here.



    

                   

I don't care!



    

                   

Now, you come up here

right this minute!



    

                   

Come right up here!



    

                   

Now, let me

tell you somethin'!



    

                   

This is your party,



    

                   

and I wantyou

to tell these boys



    

                   

how glad you are

that they came.



    

                   

Thankyou for comin'

to my party.



    

                   

It's just I got to find

Winn-Dixie.



    

                   

You want me to help?



    

                   

Listen...



    

                   

Opal...



    

                   

you cannot hold onto anything

that wants to go.



    

                   

Doyou understand

what I'm sayin'?



    

                   

You just got to love it



    

                   

whileyou got it,

and that's that.



    

                   

I just got to find him!



    

                   

Opal, wait

till the rain stops!



    

                   

Opal!



    

                   

Opal...



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Is he here?!.



    

                   

Who?



    

                   

Winn-Dixie! He's gone!



    

                   

He ran away

because ofthe storm,



    

                   

and I can't find him!



    

                   

Come on in out

ofthe rain, Opal.



    

                   

Come on!



    

                   

We were at the party,



    

                   

and you were supposed

to be there!



    

                   

And you weren't,

and now he's gone!



    

                   

Opal.



    

                   

Op...!



    

                   

Opal!



    

                   

Come back here!



    

                   

Opal!



    

                   

Here, take your raincoat.



    

                   

We'll look for him together.



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie?



    

                   

I'll write a list

often things about him.



    

                   

Thatway, people'll know him

ifthey see him.



    

                   

We'll find him, Opal.



    

                   

One: He has a pathological fear

ofthunderstorms.



    

                   

Two: He likes to smile

at everyone he meets.



    

                   

Three:

He likes going to church.



    

                   

Four: He snores.



    

                   

Five: He can catch mice

without squishing 'em to death.



    

                   

Number six.



    

                   

Number six is he likes

to meet people.



    

                   

Number seven: He sure does like

peanut butter.



    

                   

I



    

                   

Number eight: He can 't stand

to be left alone.



    

                   

Nine: He likes to sit on

couches and sleep in beds.



    

                   

Number ten is... he was a dog

who knew how to be a friend.



    

                   

I kept on goin ' over and over

that list in my head,



    

                   

the same way I did

with the list



    

                   

often things about my mama.



    

                   

Wi nn-Dixie!



    

                   

I memorized it

so ifl didn't find him,



    

                   

I'd at least have

some part ofhim to hold onto.



    

                   

Wi nn-Dixie!



    

                   

I t's gettin' late, Opal.



    

                   

You're gettin' tired.



    

                   

We need to head back.



    

                   

But, Daddy,

he's out there.



    

                   

We can't leave him.



    

                   

Well, there's only

so much lookin' we can do.



    

                   

You're gonna give up.



    

                   

Opal...



    

                   

You give up on everything.



    

                   

That's not true.



    

                   

It is true.



    

                   

All you do is give up.



    

                   

Just pull your head



    

                   

back insideyour stupid

turtle shell and give up.



    

                   

You won't talk.



    

                   

You won't go

to parties.



    

                   

And I betyou didn't

even go out lookin'



    

                   

for my mama when she left.



    

                   

I betyou just let her

run off, too.



    

                   

I couldn't stop her.

I tried.



    

                   

I... No, loo... I tried.



    

                   

You don't think

I wanted her to stay, too?



    

                   

She was everything to me.



    

                   

You didn't try.

Yes, I did.



    

                   

She wasn't everything toyou.



    

                   

Yes, she was.

Opal, she was everything.



    

                   

Everything. I f...

I failed her, all right?



    

                   

I failed her.



    

                   

I failed her, Opal.

I tried and I t...



    

                   

You didn't try!

I tried and I tr...



    

                   

I knowyou didn't.

I tried.



    

                   

I did. I tried

and I tried and I tried



    

                   

with everything I am.



    

                   

It's my fault.



    

                   

Opal... it's all my fault.



    

                   

I'm sorry.



    

                   

Daddy...



    

                   

I ju...



    

                   

And don't... don't believe

losing Winn-Dixie



    

                   

isn't gonna upset me

as much as it does you.



    

                   

I love that dog.



    

                   

I love him, too.



    

                   

I love you, Daddy.



    

                   

I love you, too.



    

                   

Daddy...



    

                   

do you think Mama

will ever come back?



    

                   

No. No, I don't, Opal.



    

                   

I've hoped and prayed and

dreamed about her comin' back.



    

                   

I don't think

it's gonna happen.



    

                   

Gloria told me thatyou can't

hold onto anybody...



    

                   

thatyou can only love what

you got whileyou've got it.



    

                   

Gloria Dump is a wise person.



    

                   

But I'm not ready

to let Winn-Dixie go.



    

                   

Well, we'll keep on lookin'.



    

                   

Opal...



    

                   

doyou remember

when I told you



    

                   

thatyour mama took everything

with herwhen she left?



    

                   

Yes, sir.



    

                   

Well, there's one



    

                   

very important thing

she left behind.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

You.



    

                   

Thank God your mama left meyou.



    

                   

Did you find him?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

Notyet. We haven't

found him yet.



    

                   

We went looking, too.



    

                   

We drove all over.



    

                   

MISS FRANNY:

I'm sorry, Opal.



    

                   

We just drove

all over town.



    

                   

I had a dog once that wandered

all over the place.



    

                   

And?



    

                   

And... when he got

through wanderin'...



    

                   

he came home.



    

                   

Don't worry, Opal.



    

                   

He'll come back.

He's got to.



    

                   

Preacher?



    

                   

PREACHER:

Mm-hmm.



    

                   

You're blessed

with this one.



    

                   

Is she prayin'?



    

                   

DUNLAP:

Areyou prayin'?



    

                   

No, I'm not prayin'.



    

                   

I'm just thinkin'.



    

                   

What about?



    

                   

OPAL:

A lot of different things.



    

                   

I-I'm sorry I called you guys

bald-headed babies.



    

                   

You want to come

back inside?



    

                   

I guess so.



    

                   

I'll raceyou to the angel

by the porch.



    

                   

DUNLAP:

Go!



    

                   

PREACHER:

Otis,you know anyhymns?



    

                   

OTIS:

Yeah, I knowsome.



    

                   

Yeah?



    

                   

You hum it, Daddy.

I know he can play it.



    

                   

Oh, all right. Um...



    

                   

°” Hallelujah °”



    

                   

°” Since I lay

my burden down °”



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

°” Glory, glory °”



    

                   

°” Hallelujah... °”



    

                   

OPAL:

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

AMANDA:

Oh, Winn-Dixie, hi!



    

                   

SWEETI E PI E:

Winn-Dixie, Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Where have you been,

you dumb dog?



    

                   

We looked all over,

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Winn-Dixie!



    

                   

Well?



    

                   

Are we havin' a party,



    

                   

or are we havin'

a paaaarrrrrttty?!.



    

                   

We're havin' a party,

and the theme is this dog.



    

                   

GLORIA:

All right!



    

                   

MISS FRANNY:

It is lovely.



    

                   

It is beautiful.



    

                   

°” I feel better... °”



    

                   

GLORIA:

Good, feel better.



    

                   

°” So much better °”



    

                   

°” Since I lay my burden down °”



    

                   

°” I feel better °”



    

                   

°” So much better °”



    

                   

°” Since I lay my burden down °”



    

                   

°” Feel like shouting... °”



    

                   

Feel like shoutin'!



    

                   

°” Hallelujah! °”



    

                   

°” Since I lay my burden down °”



    

                   

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

°” Feel like shouting °”



    

                   

ALL:

°” Hallelujah! °”



    

                   

°”Since I lay my burden down °”



    

                   

I am climbingJacob's ladder...



    

                   

ALL:

°” I am climbing °”



    

                   

OTIS:

°” I am climbing °”



    

                   

ALL:

°”Jacob's Ladder °”



    

                   

°”Since I lay my burden down °”



    

                   

°” I am climbingJacob's ladder °”



    

                   

°”Since I lay my burden down °”



    

                   

°” Every round goes... °”



    

                   

GLORIA:

Higher, higher!



    

                   

ALL:

°” Higher, higher °”



    

                   

°”Since I lay

my burden down... °”



    

                   

OPAL:

Myheart doesn't feelso emptyanymore.



    

                   

It's full... all the wayup.



    

                   

I've got Winn-Dixie.



    

                   

I've got Gloria Dump,

and Miss Franny Block,



    

                   

and Otis,

and even the Dewberry boys.



    

                   

And I also have

the preacher back as my daddy.



    

                   

It was a good story, right?



    

                   

And it's all because of..

well, you know.



    

                   

ALL:

Since I lay my burden down. 

    

                   

Glory! Hal lelujah!



    

                   

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!



    

                   

All right!



    

                   

CHOIR:











  

 
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