DAISY.
(TO JIM) Seem like your playin’gits better and better.
DAVE.
(Quickly) And how ’bout my singin’? (Everybody laughs.)
VOICES IN THE CROWD.
Ha! Ha! Ol’ Dave’s gittin’jealous when she speaks o’ Jim.
JIM.
(To DAVE, in fun) Ain’t nothin’to it but my playin’. You ain’t got no singin’voice. If that’s singin’, God’s a gopher.
DAVE.
(Half-seriously) My singin’is a whole lot better’n your playin’. You jus’ go along and fram. The reason why the white folks gives us money is cause I’m singin’.
JIM.
Yeah?
DAVE.
And you can’t dance.
VOICE IN THE CROWD.
You oughta dance. Big as your feet is, Dave.
DAISY.
(Diplomatically) Both of you all is wonderful and I would like to see Dave dance a little.
DAVE.
There now, I told you. What did I tell you. (To JIM) Stop woofing and pick a little tune there so that I can show Daisy somethin’.