“Well,” he says, “It’s just like it is here … you cain’t git to de fire for de preachers.”
HAMBO.
Boy, you kin lie just like de cross-ties from Jacksonville to Key West. De presidin’ elder must come round on his circuit teaching y’all how to tell ’em, cause you couldn’t lie dat good just natural.
WALTER.
Can’t nobody beat Baptist folks lying … and I ain’t never found out how come you think youse so important.
LINDSAY.
Ain’t we got de finest and de biggest church? Macedonia Baptist will hold more folks than any two buildings in town.
LIGE.
Thass right, y’all got a heap more church than you got members to go in it.
HAMBO.
Thass all right … y’all ain’t got neither de church nor de members. Everything that’s had in this town got to be held in our church.
(Re-enter JOE CLARK.)
CLARK.
What you-all talkin’?
HAMBO.
Come on out, Tush Hawg, lemme beat you some checkers. I’m tired of fending and proving wid dese boys ain’t got no hair on they chest yet.
CLARK.
I God, you mean you gointer get beat. You can’t handle me … I’m a tush hawg.