I reckon he done danced enough. Play me "Shake That
Thing".
OLD MAN WITH LANTERN: Sho, you ain't stopped, is you, boy? Music sound
mighty good floatin' down that dark road.
OLD WOMAN: Yeah, Jim, go on play a little more. Don't get to acting so
niggerish this evening.
DAVE: Aw, let the ol' darky alone. Nobody don't want to hear him play,
nohow. I know I don't.
JIM: Well, I'm gonna play. (And he begins to pick "Shake That Thing".
TEETS and BOOTSIE begin to dance with LIGE MOSELY and FRANK WARRICK.
As the tune gets good, DAVE cannot resist the music either.)
DAVE: Old nigger's eveil but he sho can play. (He begins to do a few
steps by himself, then twirls around in front of DAISY and approaches
her. DAISY, overcome by the music, begins to step rhythmically toward
DAVE and together they dance unobserved by JIM, absorbed in picking
his guitar.)
DAISY: Look here, baby, at this new step I learned up North.
DAVE: You can show me anything, sugar lump.
DAISY: Hold me tight now. (But just as they begin the new movement JIM
notices DAISY and DAVE. He stops playing again and lays his guitar
down.)
VOICES IN THE CROWD: (Disgustedly) Aw, come on, Jim.... You must be
jealous....
JIM: No, I ain't jealous. I jus' get tired of seein' that ol' nigger
clownin' all the time.
DAVE: (Laughing and pointing to JIM on porch) Look at that mad baby.
Take that lip up off the ground. Got your mouth stuck out jus' because
some one is enjoying themselves.
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