DAVE. Don't know.
JIM whistles cheerily a moment and examines gumbo burning.
JIM. [Pause. Sitting on anvil.] You seem under the weather, Dave.
DAVE. [Moodily.] Oh, I'd be all right, if I had a stidy job.
JIM. [Laughing.] A steady job!—why, you've been workin' nights ever since I knew you.
DAVE. I know—but Joe says—I—I ought to have a stidy job.
JIM. What's Joe got to do with it?
DAVE. Well—Lizbeth—
JIM. [Amused.] Oh!
DAVE. An' I think I could get one, only he don't gimme no time off to look fur it.