(He comes up and pushes JIM
playfully.)
JIM: You better go head and let me alone. (TO DAISY) Come here,
Daisy!
LIGE: That's just what I say. Niggers can't have no fun without
someone getting mad ... specially over a woman.
JIM: I ain't mad.... Daisy, 'scuse me, honey, but that fool, Dave....
DAVE: I ain't mad neither.... Jim always tryin' to throw off on me.
But you can't joke him.
DAISY: (Soothingly) Aw, now, now!
JIM: You ain't jokin'. You means that, nigger. And if you tryin' to
get hot, first thing, you can pull of my blue shirt you put on this
morning.
DAVE: Youse a got that wrong. I ain't got on no shirt of yours.
JIM: Yes, you is got on my shirt, too. Don't tell me you ain't got on
my shirt.
DAVE: Well, even if I is, you can just lift your big plantations out
of my shoes. You can just foot it home barefooted.
JIM: You try to take any shoes offa me!
LIGE: (Pacifying them) Aw, there ain't no use of all that. What you
all want to start this quarreling for over a little jokin'.
JIM: Nobody's quarreling.... I'm just playin' a little for Daisy and
Dave's out there clownin' with her.
CLARK: (In doorway) I ain't gonna have no fussin' round my store, no
way. Shut up, you all.
JIM: Well, Mayor Clark, I ain't mad with him. We'se been friends all
our lives. He's slept in my bed and wore my clothes and et my grub....
DAVE: I et your grub? And many time as you done laid down with your
belly full of my grandma's collard greens.
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