JIM.
Well, I wasn’t brought up wid no spade in my hand ... and ain’t going to start it now.
DAISY.
But sweetheart, we got to live, ain’t we? We got to git hold of money before we kin do anything. I don’t mean to stay in de white folks’ kitchen all my days.
JIM.
Yeah, all dat’s true, but you couldn’t buy a flea a waltzing jacket wid de money I’m going to make wid a hoe and spade.
DAISY.
(Getting tearful) You don’t want me. You don’t love me.
JIM.
Yes, I do, darling, I love you. Youse de one letting a spade come between us. (HE caresses her) I loves you and you only. You don’t see me dragging a whole gang of farming tools into us business, do you?
DAISY.
(Stiffly) Well, I ain’t going to marry no man that ain’t going to work and take care of me.
JIM.
I don’t mind working if de job ain’t too heavy for me. I ain’t going to bother wid nothin’ in my hands heavier than dis box ... and I totes it round my neck ’most of de time.
(DAISY makes a despairing gesture as JIM takes a step or two away from her. She turns to DAVE finally.)
DAISY.
Well, I reckon you loves me the best anyhow. You wouldn’t talk to me like Jim did, would you, Dave?
DAVE.
Naw, I wouldn’t say what he said a-tall.