I wants a drink of soda water.
(DAVE pulls his hat down over his eyes, whirls around and offers his
arm to DAISY. They strut into the store, DAVE gazing contemptuously at
JIM as he passes. Crowd roars with laughter, much to the embarrassment
of JIM.)
LIGE: Ol' fast Dave jus' runnin' the hog right over you, Jim.
WALTER: Thought you was such a hot man.
LUM BOGER: Want me to go in there and put Daisy under arrest and bring
her to you?
JIM: (Sitting down on the edge of porch with one foot on the step and
lights a cigarette pretending not to be bothered.) Aw, I'll get her
when I want her. Let him treat her, but see who struts around that
lake and down the railroad with her by and by.
(DAVE and DAISY emerge from the store, each holding a bottle of red
soda pop and laughing together. As they start down the steps DAVE
accidentally steps on JIM's outstretched foot. JIM jumps up and pushes
DAVE back, causing him to spill the red soda all over his white shirt
front.)
JIM: Stay off my foot, you big ox.
DAVE: Well, you don't have to wet me all up, do you, and me in
company? Why don't you put your damn foot in your pocket?
DAISY: (Wiping DAVE'S shirt front with her handkerchief) Aw, ain't
that too bad.
JIM: (To DAVE) Well, who's shirt did I wet? It's mine, anyhow, ain't
it?
DAVE: (Belligerently) Well, if it's your shirt, then you come take it
off me. I'm tired of your lip.
JIM: Well, I will.
DAVE: Well, put your fist where you lip is.
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