DAVE.
(Laughing and pointing to JIM on porch) Look at that mad baby. Take that lip up off the ground. Got your mouth stuck out jus’ because some one is enjoying themselves. (He comes up and pushes JIM playfully.)
JIM.
You better go head and let me alone. (TO DAISY) Come here, Daisy!
LIGE.
That’s just what I say. Niggers can’t have no fun without someone getting mad … specially over a woman.
JIM.
I ain’t mad…. Daisy, ’scuse me, honey, but that fool, Dave….
DAVE.
I ain’t mad neither…. Jim always tryin’to throw off on me. But you can’t joke him.
DAISY.
(Soothingly) Aw, now, now!
JIM.
You ain’t jokin’. You means that, nigger. And if you tryin’to get hot, first thing, you can pull of my blue shirt you put on this morning.
DAVE.
Youse a got that wrong. I ain’t got on no shirt of yours.
JIM.
Yes, you is got on my shirt, too. Don’t tell me you ain’t got on my shirt.
DAVE.
Well, even if I is, you can just lift your big plantations out of my shoes. You can just foot it home barefooted.