FIELITZ
[Working with enraged violence.] It's somethin' good, ain't it now?
MRS. FIELITZ
[Still thoughtfully and half in jest.] The sawdust comes up to here … An' then they go an' put a candle plumb in the middle here …
FIELITZ
Look here, ma, you're too smart for me! If that there smartness o' yours keeps on, I see myself in gaol one o' these days.
MRS. FIELITZ
[Harshly.] I s'ppose you can't listen a bit when a person talks to you. You might pay some attention when I talks to you. Things like that interest a body.
FIELITZ
I takes an interest in my boots, an' I don't take no interest in nothin' else.