DAISY.
I want some gum.
DAVE.
(Starting toward door) Girl, you don’t have to go in there to git no gum. I’ll go in there and buy you a carload of gum. What kind you want?
DAISY.
Bubble gum. (DAVE goes in the store with his hand in his pocket. The sun is setting and the twilight deepens.)
JIM.
(Pulling package out of his pocket and laughing) Here your gum, baby. What it takes to please the ladies, I totes it. I don’t have to go get it, like Dave. What you gimme for it?
DAISY.
A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck. (She embraces JIM playfully. He hands her the gum, patting his shoulder as he sits on box.) Oh, thank you. Youse a ready man.
JIM.
Yeah, there’s a lot of good parts to me. You can have West Tampa if you want it.
DAISY.
You always was a nice quiet boy, Jim.
DAVE.
(Emerging from the store with a package of gum) Here’s your gum, Daisy.
JIM.
Oh, youse late. She’s done got gum now. Chaw that yourself.
DAVE.
(Slightly peeved and surprised) Hunh, you mighty fast here now with Daisy but you wasn’t that fast gettin’out of that white man’s chicken house last week.