WALTER
Yeah, but Daisy's uh young pullet and you gittin gray headed.
JENNY Thank God I aint gray elsewhere! Come right on. You gointer buy me some soda water nigger. (to Jim) Play us some music, Jim, so we kin grand march up to de counter.
JIM I can't play nothin—mad as I is. I'm one minute to boilin and two minutes to steam. I smell blood!
MISS LULU
You don't want to fight, do you?
JIM
Sho do. You aint never seen a Weston yet dat wouldn't fight, have you?
LIGE Thats whut they all got run outa town for—fightin. (Calls into store) Hey, Joe, give Jenny and Lulu some soda water and ground peas on me so they'll turn us loose. (to Jim) Yeah, y'all Westons blieves in fightin.
JIM Ahd ruther get run out for fightin than to be uh coward. (He slings the guitar round his neck an' picks up his box of shells.) Well, Ah reckon Ah'll go git Daisy her turkey cause she sho wont git none less Ah go git it. Here come Elder Simms anyhow now taint no mo' pickin de box. (to Daisy) Don't git lonesome whilst Ahm gone.
(Enter Daisy from the store smiling, and walks down to where Jim is standing)
DAISY
Whuts all dis talk about fightin?
JIM Lige throwin it up to me bout all my folks been run outa town for fightin. But I don't keer!