I’ll cut yo’ God-damn heart out!
LUCY BELLE (terror-stricken as he makes a move to come around after her)
Oh, mah Gawd, Jeff—! Don’—don’—! (Puts a hand to her throat, and glances wildly about, struggling for self-control.) Jes’-a minute—
JEFF (savagely)
Come on—!
LUCY BELLE
Mah clothes—!
JEFF
Git ’em—git ’em!