LIGE: She sho is lookin' stylish and pretty since she come back with
her white folks from up North. Wearin' the swellest clothes. And that
coal-black hair of hers jus' won't quit.
MATTIE CLARK: (In doorway) I don't see what the mens always hanging
after Daisy Taylor for.
CLARK: (Turning around on the porch) I God, you back here again. Who's
tendin' that store? (MATTIE disappears inside.)
DAVE: Well, she always did look like new money to me when she was here
before.
JIM: Well, that's all you ever did get was a look.
DAVE: That's all you know! I bet I get more than that now.
JIM: You might git it but I'm the man to use it. I'm a bottom fish.
DAVE: Aw, man. You musta been walking round here fast asleep when
Daisy was in this county last. You ain't seen de go I had with her.
JIM: No, I ain't seen it. Bet you didn't have no letter from her while
she been away.
DAVE: Bet you didn't neither.
JIM: Well, it's just cause she can't write. If she knew how to scratch
with a pencil I'd had a ton of 'em.
DAVE: Shaw, man! I'd had a post office full of 'em.
OLD WOMAN: You-all ought to be shame, carrying on over a brazen heifer
like Daisy Taylor. Jus' cause she's been up North and come back, I
reckon you cutting de fool sho 'nough now. She ain't studying none of
you-all nohow. All she wants is what you got in your pocket.
JIM: I likes her but she won't git nothin' outa me. She never did. I
wouldn't give a poor consumpted cripple crab a crutch to cross the
River Jurdon.
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