DAISY.
Leave me go! Take yo’ rusty pams offen me. I’m going on back to my work-place. I just got off to see bout y’all and look how y’all treat me.
JIM.
Wait a minute, Daisy. I love you like God loves Gabriel ... and dat’s His best angel.
DAVE.
Daisy, I love you harder than de thunder can bump a sump ... if I don’t ... God’s a gopher.
DAISY.
(Brightening) Dat’s de first time you ever said so.
DAVE & JIM.
Who?
JIM.
Whut you hollering “Who” for? Yo’ fat don’t fit no limb.
DAVE.
Speak when you spoken to ... come when you called, next fall you’ll be my coon houn’ dog.
JIM.
Table dat discussion. (Turning to DAISY) You ain’t never give me no chance to talk wid you right.
DAVE.
YOU made me feel like you was trying to put de Ned book on me all de time. Do you love me sho nuff, Daisy?
DAISY.
(Blooming again into coquetry) Aw, y’all better stop dat. You know you don’t mean it.