WALTER You mean Dave. Jim couldn't hit de side of uh barn wid uh brass fiddle.
JIM (Hitching up his trousers) Who can't shoot? (to Clarke) Come on an' gimme un box uh shells. I'll show yuh who kin shoot! (He exits into store with Clarke behind him)
DAVE
(To Daisy) You wait here till ah git back wid yo' turkey.
DAISY
Ahm skeered.
DAVE Whut you skeered of? Jim? He aint no booger boo, if his ears do flop lak uh mule.
DAISY Naw. Ah aint skeered uh no Jim. Ah got tuh git back tuh de white folks an Ahm skeered tuh go round dat lake at night by myself. (Enter Jim from store and stands in door with box of shells in his hand)
JIM No girl look like you don't have to go home by yo' self, if it was midnight.
DAVE
(Gun in hand and ready to exit) Naw, cause Ahm right here—
JIM Daisy don't you trust yo'self round dat lake after dark, wid dat (points at Dave) breath and—britches. You needs uh real man to perteck you from dem 'gators and moccasins.
DAVE
Let somethin happen and she'll find out who got rabbit blood and who
aint. Well, Ahm gone. (He steps down off the steps but looks back at
Daisy).