"I taught—"
"Wha' yo' are taught? Yo' must be a funny man. Hey, yo' lock up yo' shop fi' come aftah one customah! Dat are a funny business."
"Bruing is dere—besides, it are good business."
"Tell me, how it are good business? Explain yo'self."
"Fo' me it are."
"Me can't see it, sah, furdah mo, I gwine ask yo' fo' excuse me, I got de chicken dem fo' feed."
"Wait—befo' yo' go, Ella—Miss Ella, yo' don't seem fo' hav' no feelings at all fo' de po' wooden foot man."
"Gahd! How yo' mean feelings? Wha' yo' want me fo' do? Hug yo' up?"
"Tek pity...."
"Go 'way from heah I say. Don't come near me. Loose me befo' I go get de cutlass an' chop off yo' udder foot."