This was one time I was glad to get off Texas Eagle. We picked it up in Dallas (ran two hours late due to a freight engine breaking down in Fort Worth. Okay, we get on there late. Drive a few feet. Wait a little longer. Okay, they can't help that. Quiet time announcement at ten p.m. Two women in the front of my car continue to talk and talk and talk. After thirty minutes or so I go to one of the workers and tell them these two women keep talking. One follows me at a distance. She passes me up in my seat. I told her where these women were. Nothing is said to them. Now these women were probably two or three rows ahead of me. Then two guys keep talking behind me. Finally we are able to fall asleep (between the car door opening and closing bringing people in and out so many times). Then around two or three a.m. a conductor brings someone up and he is talking loud too. Then a baby cries on and off (baby can't help that). Now when we picked this train up in Bloomington, they sorted people into different cars based on where they were going. This was not a quiet train.