DAVE.
Who don’t mean it? Lemme tell you something, mama, if you was mine I wouldn’t have you counting no ties wid yo’ pretty lil toes. Know whut I’d do?
DAISY.
(Coyly) Naw, whut would you do?
DAVE.
I’d buy you a whole passenger train ... and hire some mens to run it for you.
DAISY.
(Happily) Oo-ooh, Dave.
JIM.
(To Dave) De wind may blow, de doorway slam
Dat shut you shootin’ ain’t worth a dam.
(To Daisy)
I’d buy you a great big ole ship ... and then, baby, I’d buy you a ocean to sail yo’ ship on.
Daisy: (Happily) Oo-ooh, Jim.
DAVE.
(To Jim; A long tain, a short caboose
Dat lie whut you shootin’, ain’t no use.
(To Daisy)
Miss Daisy, know what I’d do for you?
DAISY.
Naw, whut?
DAVE.
I’d come down de river riding a mud cat and loading a minnow.
DAISY.
Lawd, Dave, you sho is propaganda.