They're worked up enough, if that's all that's needed.
Littlefield.
Worked up! Elijah in a chariot of fire, distributing cure-alls as he mounts to glory. They've got their ascension robes on, especially the niggers.
Culpepper.
With severity.
I take it you are the late Dr. Martin's successor.
Littlefield.
I have the honor.
Culpepper.
Old Dr. Martin would never have taken a flippant tone in such a crisis.