LUM.
(To the waiting players) All right, boys! Turn it on and let the bad luck happen.
LIGE.
My deal. (He begins shuffling the cards with an elaborate fan-shape movement.)
VOICE AT TABLE.
Look out there, Lige, you shuffling mighty lot. Don’t carry the cub to us.
LIGE.
Aw, we ain’t gonna cheat you … we gonna beat you. (He slams down the cards for LUM BOGER to cut.) Wanta cut ’em?
LUM.
No, ain’t no need of cutting a rabbit out when you can twist him out. Deal ’em. (LIGE deals out the cards.)
CLARK’S VOICE.
(Inside the store) You, Mattie! (MRS. CLARK, who has been standing in the door, quickly turns and goes inside.)
LIGE.
Y-e-e-e! Spades! (The game is started.)
LUM.
Didn’t snatch that jack, did you?
LIGE.
Aw, no, ain’t snatched no jack. Play.
WALTER.
(LUM’S partner) Well, here it is, partner. What you want me to play for you?