JIM Know whut I'd do, honey babe? If you was a thousand miles from home and you didn't have no ready-made money and you had to walk all de way, walkin' till yo' feet start to rolling, just like a wheel, and I was riding way up in de sky, I'd step backwards offa dat airyplane just to walk home wid you. DAISY (Falling on Jim's neck) Jim, when you talk to me like dat I just can't stand it. Less us git married right now. JIM Now you talkin' like a blue-back speller. Less go! DAVE (Sadly) You gointer leave me lak dis, Daisy? DAISY (Sadly) I likes you, too, Dave, I sho do. But I can't marry both of y'all at de same time. JIM Aw, come on, Daisy--sun's gettin' low. (He starts off pulling Daisy.) DAVE Whut's I'm gointer do? (Walking after them) JIM Gwan back and hunt turkeys--you make out you so touchous nobody can't tell you yo' eye is black thout you got to run git de law. DAVE (Almost tearfully) Aw Jim, shucks! Where y'all going? (Daisy comes to an abrupt halt and stops Jim) DAISY That's right, Honey. Where _is_ we goin' sho nuff? JIM (Sadly) Deed I don't know, baby. They just sentenced [Note: corrected missing space] me to go--they didn't say where and I don't know. DAISY How we goin' know how to go when [Note: corrected missing space] we don't know where we goin'? (Jim looks at Dave as if he expects some help but Dave stands sadly silent. Jim takes a few steps forward as if to go on. Daisy makes a step or two, unwillingly, then looks behind her and stops. Dave looks as if he will follow them.) DAISY Jim! (He stops and turns) Wait a minute! Whut we gointer do when we git there? JIM Where? DAISY Where we goin'? JIM I done tole you I don't know where it is. DAISY But how we gointer git something to eat and a place to stay? JIM Play my box for de white folks and dance just like I been doing. DAISY You can't take keer of me on dat, not where we hafta pay rent. JIM (Looks appealingly at Dave, then away quickly) Well, I can't help _dat_, can I? DAISY (Brightly) I tell you whut, Jim! Less us don't go nowhere. They sentenced you to leave Eatonville and youse almost a mile from de city limits already. Youse in Maitland now. Supposin' you come live on de white folks' place wid me after we git married. Eatonville ain't got nothin' to do wid you livin' in Maitland. JIM Dat's a good idea, Daisy. DAISY (Jumping into his arms) And lissen, honey, you don't have to be beholden to nobody. You can throw dat ole box away if you want to. I know where you can get a _swell_ job. JIM (Sheepishly) Doin' whut? (Looks lovingly at his guitar) DAISY (Almost dancing) Yard man. All you have to do is wash windows, and sweep de sidewalk, and scrub off de steps and porch and hoe up de weeds and rake up de leaves and dig a few holes now and then with a spade--to plant some trees and things like that. It's a good steady job. JIM (After a long deliberation) You see, Daisy, de mayor and corporation told me to go on off and I oughter go.