JIM.
Aw, rock on down de road wid dat stuff. A two-timin’ cloaker like you don’t keer whut come off. Me and Dave been good friends ever since we was born till you had to go flouncing yourself around.
DAISY.
What did I do? All I did was to come over town to see you and git a mouf-ful of gum. Next thing I know y’all is fighting and carrying on.
JrM: (Stands silent for a while) Did you come over there Sat’-day night to see me sho nuff, sugar babe?
DAISY.
Everybody could see dat but you.
JIM.
Just like I told you, Daisy, before you ever left from round here and went up North. I could kiss you every day ... just as regular as pig-tracks.
DAISY.
And I tole you I could stand it too—just as regular as you could.
JIM.
(Catching her by the arm and pulling her down with him onto the rail) Set down, here, Daisy. Less talk some chat. You want me sho nuff? Hones’ to God?
DAISY.
(Coyly) ’Member whut I told you out on de lake last summer?
JIM.
Sho nuff, Daisy? (DAISY nods smilingly)
JIM.
(Sadly) But I got to go ’way. Whut we gointer do ’bout dat?