DAISY Don't strain yo'self huntin' nothin' for me. I ain't goin' to eat nobody's settin' hen. (She turns to DAVE finally.)
JIM
Whut ole sittin hen? Ain't you and Lum done et up de turkey
I—I—bought?
DAISY You might of brought it, but Dave sho kilt it. You couldn't hit de side of uh barn wid uh bass fiddle.
DAVE
Course I kilt it, and I kilt it for you, but I didn't kill none for
Lum Boger. De clean head hound!
(Daisy turns to Dave finally)
DAISY Well, I reckon you loves me the best anyhow. You wouldn't talk to me like Jim did, would you, Dave?
DAVE
Naw, I wouldn't say whut he said a-tall.
DAISY
(Cuddling up to him) Whut would you say, honey?
DAVE I'd say dat box was too heavy for me to fool wid. I wouldn't tote nothing my gun and my hat and I feel like I'm 'busing myself sometie totin' dat.
DAISY
(Outraged) Don't you mean to work none?