You knows I wuk till I strain my back. But neveh min’ about all dat. I done tuhn oveh a new leaf. I goin’ to be a business man. I goin’ to let de otheh man wuk.
Lucy
’Sposin’ everybody was to do dat away.
Madison
Let ’em do hit. I don’ ask nothin’ of nobody. I goin’ to have every toof in my haid covehed wif gol’. I’ll get youah’n an’ Book’s fix dat way too. I goin’ to have plenty society grub in me all de time. I ain’ goin’ to let my fam’ly suffeh. I got too sweet a disposishun fo’ dat. I’ll git ’em whateveh I want.
Booker
[Lingering in doorway.] When you get rich will you get you the guitar, Daddy?
[Lucy waves Booker through doorway. He vanishes.]
Madison
I’ll git it an’ I got it. Watch me now. [He goes over to the bag by the door and reaching in it produces a handsome guitar.] Dat’s de beginnin’ er good times, boy.