DAVE. Yeah, you rubbed my head all right, and I lakted dat. But everybody say you done toted a pan to Joe Clarke’s barn for Jim before I seen you. DAISY. Think I was going to let Jim lay there ’thout nothing fitten for a dog to eat? DAVE. That’s all right, Daisy. If you want to pay Jim for knockin’ me in de head, all right. But I’m a man in a class ... in a class to myself and nobody knows my name. JIM. (Snatching Daisy around to face him) Was you over to Dave’s house yestiddy rubbing his ole head and cloaking wid him to run me outa town ... and me looked up in dat barn wid de cows and mules? DAISY. (Sobbing) All both of y’all hollerin’ at me an’ fussin’ me just cause I tries to be nice... and neither one of y’all don’t keer nothin’ bout me. (BOTH BOYS glare at each other over DAISY’s head and both try to hug her at the same time. She violently wrenches herself away from both and makes as if to move on.) DAISY. Leave me go! Take yo’ rusty pams offen me. I’m going on back to my work-place. I just got off to see bout y’all and look how y’all treat me. JIM. Wait a minute, Daisy. I love you like God loves Gabriel ... and dat’s His best angel. DAVE. Daisy, I love you harder than de thunder can bump a sump ... if I don’t ... God’s a gopher. DAISY. (Brightening) Dat’s de first time you ever said so. DAVE & JIM. Who? JIM. Whut you hollering “Who” for? Yo’ fat don’t fit no limb. DAVE. Speak when you spoken to ... come when you called, next fall you’ll be my coon houn’ dog. JIM. Table dat discussion. (Turning to DAISY) You ain’t never give me no chance to talk wid you right. DAVE. YOU made me feel like you was trying to put de Ned book on me all de time. Do you love me sho nuff, Daisy? DAISY. (Blooming again into coquetry) Aw, y’all better stop dat. You know you don’t mean it. DAVE. Who don’t mean it? Lemme tell you something, mama, if you was mine I wouldn’t have you counting no ties wid yo’ pretty lil toes. Know whut I’d do? DAISY. (Coyly) Naw, whut would you do? DAVE. I’d buy you a whole passenger train ... and hire some mens to run it for you. DAISY. (Happily) Oo-ooh, Dave. JIM. (To Dave) De wind may blow, de doorway slam Dat shut you shootin’ ain’t worth a dam. (To Daisy) I’d buy you a great big ole ship ... and then, baby, I’d buy you a ocean to sail yo’ ship on. Daisy: (Happily) Oo-ooh, Jim. DAVE. (To Jim; A long tain, a short caboose Dat lie whut you shootin’, ain’t no use. (To Daisy) Miss Daisy, know what I’d do for you? DAISY. Naw, whut? DAVE. I’d come down de river riding a mud cat and loading a minnow. DAISY. Lawd, Dave, you sho is propaganda. JIM. (Peevishly) Naw he ain’t ... he’s just lying ... he’s a noble liar. Know whut I’d do if you was mine? DAISY. Naw, Jim. JIM. I’d make a panther wash yl’ dishes and a ’gater chop yo’ wood for you.