LUCY BELLE
Ain’ nuffin’ yo’ kin do. I oughter put de po-lice on ’em—but, yo’ knows, dat gwine ter make all kin’-a trouble fo’ me. (He nods.) Dere people ’ud blackguard me—an’ raise hell.
CHICK
Why don’ yo’ move?
LUCY BELLE (shaking her head)
Kain’t right now.
CHICK
Gwine ter keep on rentin’ it?
LUCY BELLE
W’at—?