Butch
Shet up, then! The officers’ll come here. Whut’ll I tell ’em ... whut’ll I say—they’ll come in the door—this boy—he’ll be out on the lake by that time....
Elly
Butch! Butch!
Butch
Shet up!
Elly
You cain’t plan to do this! I won’t let you git that boy killed. He’s too young, he’s too sweet-lookin’....
Butch
Ha! Ain’t I young? Ain’t I sweet-lookin’? You’ve said so. ’D you mean it?