Seem ter me like I only had ter shet mah eyes—night or day—an’ see yo’ face. Only thinkin’ ’bout yo’ kep’ me from killin’ ev’body in sight w’en I’se breakin’ mah back on dem rock piles. Yo’ don’ know w’at kin’-a hell I been th’u’, gal. Kin’-a hell dat sets a man crazy—’less he’s careful.
LUCY BELLE
I knows, I knows. Mus’-a been turrible! Turrible! Oh, Gawd!
SAM
Yo’ all stay right on yere—all de time?
LUCY BELLE
Yas, yas. Calc’lated ter move two or free times but could’n’ fin’ nuffin’ ter suit me.
SAM (glancing about the room and noting that the cupboard and large easy chair are missing)
Whar’s de cupboard—an’—an’ dat ole easy chaiah?