Madison
Tu’n me loose, woman. I goin’ to baid. I got to make early sta’t. [He pulls off his coat.]
Lucy
[Wildly.] I ain’ goin’ to let you stay in sin. [She snatches the coat from him.] I goin’ take dis money an’ make you say wheah you got it.
[She begins hastily searching through the pockets of the coat.]
Madison
[Calmly regarding her with great good humour and breaking into a laugh as she fails in her search.] Eh, yah, yah, sea’ch an’ look, sea’ch an’ look.
Lucy
Oh, Madison, ain’ yo’ got no honin’ ter be hones’ at all?