SAM
W’at’s de mattah—?
LUCY BELLE (making a valiant effort to hide her agitation)
Nuffin’—!
SAM
Yo’ mus’ got de fidgets.
LUCY BELLE (nodding)
Maybe—from bein’ yere nights—alone. (Plaintively.) Oh—oh, Sam-boy, I don’ wan’ yo’ ter go ’way no mo’!
SAM (with puzzled impatience)
W’at yo’ talkin’ ’bout, gal?