Lloyd
We’ll go on the lake, then.
Betty
They’s no place else t’ go—
Lloyd
It’s the only place t’ go. We’d oughta went thar before. Come on, Betty, git in. (They get in the boat. Lloyd shoves it away from the bank.) We c’n go acrost ’n’ git grub—we c’n go home—
Betty
Home! I don’t want t’ see home again! I hate it! I hate these woods! They’s no place fer us—nowhur—
Lloyd
They’s room on the lake—