DAISY Well, I'm not going tippin' down no railroad track like a Maltese cat. I wasn't brought up knockin' round from here to yonder. JIM Well, I wasn't brought up wid no spade in my hand--and ain't going to start it now. DAISY But sweetheart, we got to live, ain't we? We got to git hold of money before we kin do anything. I don't mean to stay in de white folks' kitchen all my days. JIM Yeah, all dat's true, but you couldn't buy a flea a waltzing jacket wid de money _I'm_ going to make wid a hoe and spade. DAISY (Getting tearful) You don't want me. You don't love me. JIM Yes, I do, darling, I love you. Youse de one letting a spade come between us. (He caresses her.) I loves you and you only. You don't see _me_ dragging a whole gang of farming tools into us business, do you? DAISY (stiffly) Well, I ain't going to marry no man that ain't going to work and take care of me. JIM I don't mind working if de job ain't too heavy for me. I ain't going to bother wid nothin' in my hands heavier than dis box--and I totes it round my neck 'most of de time. I kin go out and hunt you some game when times gits tight. DAISY Don't strain yo'self huntin' nothin' for me. I ain't goin' to eat nobody's settin' hen. (She turns to DAVE finally.) JIM Whut ole sittin hen? Ain't you and Lum done et up de turkey I--I--bought? DAISY You might of brought it, but Dave sho kilt it. You couldn't hit de side of uh barn wid uh bass fiddle. DAVE Course I kilt it, and I kilt it for you, but I didn't kill none for Lum Boger. De clean head hound! (Daisy turns to Dave finally) DAISY Well, I reckon you loves me the best anyhow. You wouldn't talk to me like Jim did, would you, Dave? DAVE Naw, I wouldn't say whut he said a-tall. DAISY (Cuddling up to him) Whut would _you_ say, honey? DAVE I'd say dat box was too heavy for me to fool wid. I wouldn't tote nothing my gun and my hat and I feel like I'm 'busing myself sometie totin' dat. DAISY (Outraged) Don't you mean to work none? DAVE Wouldn't hit a lick at a snake. DAISY I don't blame _you_, Dave (looks down at his feet) cause toting dem feet of yourn is enough to break down your constitution. DAVE They carries me wherever I wants to go. Daisy, you marry Jim cause I don't want to come between y'all. He's my buddy. JIM Come to think of it, Dave, she was yourn first. You take and handle dat spade for her. DAVE You heard her say it is all I can do to lift up dese feets and put 'em down. Where I'm going to git any time to wrassle wid any hoes and shovels? You kin git round better'n me. You done won Daisy--I give in. I ain't going to bite no friend of mine in de back. DAISY Both of you niggers can git yo' hat en' yo' heads an' git on down de road. Neither one of y'all don't have to have me. I got a good job and plenty men begging for yo' chance.