Lucy
[Placing food before him on the table.] Yes, but not rob it.
Madison
Who talkin’ ’bout robbin’?
Lucy
Madison, dat’s de wrong kin’ of trash fo’ dis baby to heah. Go lay down, honey. Tek de bowl wif you.
[Booker whines but takes a dish and goes to doorway at Left.]
Madison
No, hit’s de right kin’ of preachin’. I’m tia’hd of all dat ol’ fashion way of doin’. Ef I wuz to wuk my ahms off dat ol’ fashion way I couldn’t git no furder.
Lucy