DAISY
Do you like me, Dave?
DAVE (Very properly in a falsetto voice) Yes ma'am! Dat's de way to answer swell folks like you. Furthermore, less we prove which one [Note: corrected missing space] of us love you de best right now. (To Jim) Jim, how much time owuld you do on de chain-gang for dis 'oman?
JIM
Twenty years and like it.
DAVE See dat, Daisy? Dat nigger ain't willing to do no time for you. I'd beg de judge to gimme life. (Both Jim and Dave laugh)
DAISY Y'all doin' all dis bookooing out here on de railroad track but I bet y'all crazy 'bout Bootsie and Teets and a whole heap of others.
JIM Cross my feet and hope to die! I'd ruther see all de other wimmenfolks in de world dead than for[Note: corrected missing space] you to have de tooth-ache.
DAVE If I was dead any any other woman come near my coffin de undertaker would have to do his job all over—cause I'd git right up and walk off. Furthermore, Miss Daisy, ma'am, also m'am, which would you ruther be a lark a flying or a dove a settin'—ma'am also ma'am?
DAISY
'Course I'd ruther be a dove.
JIM
Miss Daisy, ma'am, also ma'am—if you marry dis nigger over my head,
I'm going to git me a green hickory club and season it over yo' head.
DAVE
Don't you be skeered, baby—papa kin take keer a you. (to Jim)
Counting from de finger (suiting the action to the word) back to the
thumb—start anything I got you some.