Jack. At it again, Bill! I do like to hear Bill a wishin' of hisself! Why, Bill?
Bill. Acause they're never 'ungry.
Jack. How do you know they ain't?
Bill. You never sees 'em loafin' about nowheres.
Jim. Is Mattie your sister, Bill?
Bill. No, Jim; I ain't good 'nough to have a sister like she.
Jack. Your sweetheart, Bill? Ha! ha! ha!
Bill. Dry up, Jack.
Jim. Tell me about her, Bill. I didn't jaw you.
Bill. She lives in our court, Jim. Makes shirts and things.