DAVE.
(Showing off, twirling his dancing feet) Yeah, we’re standin’on our abstract and livin’on our income.
OLD MAN.
Um-ump, but they ain’t never workin’. Just round here playing as usual.
JIM.
Some folks think you ain’t workin’lessen you smellin’a mule. (He sits back down on box and picks at his guitar.) Think you gotta be beatin’a man to his barn every mornin’.
VOICE.
Glad to be round home with we-all again, ain’t you Daisy?
DAISY.
Is I glad? I jus’ got off special early this evenin’to come over here and see everybody. I was kinda ’fraid sundown would catch me ’fore I got round that lake. Don’t know how I’m gonna walk back to my workin’place in the dark by muself.
DAVE.
Don’t no girl as good-lookin’as you is have to go home by herself tonight.
JIM.
No, cause I’m here.
DAVE.
(To DAISY) Don’t you trust yourself round that like wid all them ’gators and moccasins with that nigger there, Daisy (Pointing at JIM) He’s jus’ full of rabbit blood. What you need is a real man … with good feet. (Cutting a dance step.)
DAISY.
I ain’t thinking ’bout goin’home yet. I’m goin’in the store.
JIM.
What you want in the store?