SAM (menacingly)
Shet up!
LIZZIE
She don’ care nuffin’ ’bout yo’!
SAM (stepping toward her)
Wan’ me ter bus’ yo’ in de mouf?
LIZZIE (ingratiatingly again)
Sam—I’se gwine ter git a good job uptown—Monday. I’ll keep yo’ dis wintah, ole kiddo. Yo’ won’ haf ter do no wuk. Should think yo’ wan’ ter take it easy—fo’ a while—now yo’ out-a jail. Don’ yo’? I’ll show yo’ a good time, son. Yo’ kin lay ’roun’ an’ take it easy—an’ git drunk w’en yo’-a min’ ter—
SAM
Git out-a yere!