DAVE.
See dat, Daisy? Dat nigger ain’t willin’ to do no time for you. I’d beg de judge to gimme life. (Both JIM and DAVE laugh)
DAISY.
Y’all doin’ all dis bookooin’ out here on de railroad track but I bet y’all crazy ’bout Bootsie and Teets and a whole heap of other gals.
JIM.
Cross my feet and hope to die! I’d ruther see all de other wimmen folks in de worl’ dead than for you to have de toothache.
DAVE.
If I was dead and any other woman come near my coffin de undertaker would have to do his job all over ... ’cause I’d git right up and walk off. Furthermore, Miss Daisy, ma’am, also ma’am, which would you ruther be a lark a flying or a dove a settin’ ... ma’am, also ma’am?
DAISY.
’Course I’d ruther be a dove.
JIM.
Miss Daisy, ma’am, also ma’am ... if you marry dis nigger over my head, I’m going to git me a green hickory club and season it over yo’ head.
DAVE.
Don’t you be skeered, baby ... papa kin take keer a you. (To Jim) Countin’ from de finger (Suiting the action to the word) back to de thumb ... start anything I got you some.
JIM.
Aw, I don’t want no more fight wid you, Dave.
DAVE.
Who said anything about fighting? We just provin’ who love Daisy de best. (To DAISY) Now, which one of us you think love you de best?
DAISY.
Deed I don’t know, Dave.