SAM
I ain’ studyin’ ’bout no gal dat fights—an’ raises hell—
LIZZIE
I know—sometimes I uster—w’en I got mad—But I nevah meant no harm, Sam-boy—
SAM
How ’bout dat time ovah at yo’ sistah’s?
LIZZIE (penitently)
I know, I know—(Lays a hand on his arm.) Fo’give me, Sam—! ’Deed I did’n’ mean nuffin’ den!
SAM (drawing away from her)