Madison
[Rushing to her.] Gimme de coat.
[He snatches the coat and begins going through the pockets, from time to time searching and slapping the garments he is wearing.]
Didn’t you git it? You mus’ er tuk it.
Lucy
No, Madison, I ain’ see nor tech it. You watched me.
Madison
Oh, Lawd, he’p me look.
[He begins to run around the room, looking on the table, picking up articles and letting them fall, dropping on his knees and hunting under the table and chairs. As he searches he grows more frantic.]