JIM.
(Peevishly) Naw he ain’t ... he’s just lying ... he’s a noble liar. Know whut I’d do if you was mine?
DAISY.
Naw, Jim.
JIM.
I’d make a panther wash yl’ dishes and a ’gater chop yo’ wood for you.
DAVE.
Daisy, how come you let Jim lie lak dat? He’s as big as a liar as he is a man. But sho nuff now, laying all sides to jokes, Jim there don’t even know how to answer you. If you don’t b’lieve it ... ast him something.
DAISY.
(To Jim) You like me much, Jim?
JIM.
(Enthusiastically) Yeah, Daisy I sho do.
DAVE.
(Triumphant) See dat! I tole you he didn’t know how to answer nobody like you. If he was talking to some of them ol’ funny looking gals over town he’d be answering ’em just right. But he got to learn how to answer you. Now you ast me something and see how I answer you.
DAISY.
Do you like me, Dave?
DAVE.
(Very properly in a falsetto voice) Yes ma’am! Dat’s de way to answer swell folks like you. Furthermore, less we prove which one of us love you do best right now. (To JIM) Jim, how much time would you do on de chain-gang for dis ’oman?
JIM.
Twenty years and like it.