W’at yo’ wan’—?
LIZZIE (swaggering down toward Center with her hands on her hips)
Sam Reed live yere, don’ he—?
AUNT REBECCA
None ob yo’ bus’ness weder he do or weder he don’—!
LIZZIE (savagely)
Go ’long, yo’ ole black wench! Don’ yo’ give me no back talk! (Glaring at her malevolently.) Don’ yo ’spose I knows he live yere—! Is he home?
AUNT REBECCA (sullenly)
Don’ know.
LIZZIE