I’m willin’ fo’ to be treat dat way ef dey can do hit. Let ’em come an’ git my things if dey finds any.
Lucy
[Breaking down.] Oh, I cain’ stan’ hit. Youah sinkin’ fas’ down to de fiery lake an’ you’s pullin’ my Baby down too.
Madison
No, I’s raisin’ him up an’ I goin’ to lan’ us all in a sof’ place on dat Easy Street I heah ’em singin’ ’bout so long wifout seein’.
Lucy
[Suddenly examining the guitar.] Wheah you git dis guitar?
Madison
What guitar?
Lucy