OLD WOMAN.
You-all ought to be shame, carrying on over a brazen heifer like Daisy Taylor. Jus’ cause she’s been up North and come back, I reckon you cutting de fool sho ’nough now. She ain’t studying none of you-all nohow. All she wants is what you got in your pocket.
JIM.
I likes her but she won’t git nothin’ outa me. She never did. I wouldn’t give a poor consumpted cripple crab a crutch to cross the River Jurdon.
DAVE.
I know I ain’t gonna give no woman nothin’. I wouldn’t give a dog a doughnut if he treed a terrapin.
LIGE.
Youse a cottontail dispute … both of you. You’d give her anything you got. You’d give her Georgia with a fence ’round it.
OLD MAN.
Yeah, and she’d take it, too.
LINDSAY.
Don’t distriminate the woman like that. That ain’t nothing but hogism. Ain’t nothin’ the matter with Daisy, she’s all right.
(Enter TEETS and BOOTSIE tittering coyly and switching themselves.)
BOOTSIE.
Is you seen my mama?
OLD WOMAN.
You know you ain’t lookin’ for no mama. Jus’ come back down here to show your shape and fan around awhile. (BOOTSIE and TEETS going into the store.)
BOOTSIE & TEETS.
No, we ain’t. We’se come to get our mail.