You go to El Paso? I know it. Where are you staying?

Carla Jean Moss:

[the cab is stopped outside the depot. Carla Jean and her mother and the driver are at the trunk struggling over bags]
I got it Mama. Carla Jean's Mother:
I didn't see my Prednisone. Carla Jean Moss:
I put it in, Mama. Carla Jean's Mother:
Well I didn't see it. Carla Jean Moss:
Well I put it in. That one. You just set there. I'll get tickets and a cart for the bags. Well Dressed Mexican:
[as Carla Jean goes to the station a man emerges from a car pulled up behind. He is a well-dressed Mexican of early middle age]
Do you need help with the bags, madam? Carla Jean's Mother:
Well thank god there's one gentleman left in West Texas. Yes Thank you. I am old and I am not well. Well Dressed Mexican:
Which bus are you taking? Carla Jean's Mother:
We're going to El Paso don't ask me why. Discombobulated by a no-account son-in-law. Thank you. You don't often see a Mexican in a suit. Well Dressed Mexican:
You go to El Paso? I know it. Where are you staying?