LIGE. Yeah, but that’s ’bout all they do ’gree on these days. That’s de way it is wid men, young and old…. I don’t keer how long they been friends and how thick they been … a woman kin come between ’em. David and Jonather never would have been friends so long if Jonather had of been any great hand wid de wimmen. You ain’t never seen no two roosters that likes one another. DAISY. I ain’t tried to break ’em up. WALTER. Course you ain’t. You don’t have to. All two boys need to do is to git stuck on de same girl and they done broke up … _right now_! Wimmen is something can’t be divided equal. (Re-enter JOE LINDSAY and CLARK with the groceries. DAISY jumps up and grabs the packages.) LIGE. (To DAISY) Want some of us … me … to go long and tote yo’ things for you? DAISY. (Nervously) Naw, mama is riding her high horse today. Long as I been gone it wouldn’t do for me to come walking up wid nobody. (She exits hurriedly right.) (All the men watch her out of sight in silence.) CLARK. (Sighing) I God, know whut Daisy puts me in de mind of? HAMBO. No, what? (They all lean together.) CLARK. I God, a great big mango … a sweet smell, you know, with a strong flavor, but not something you could mash up like a strawberry. Something with a body to it. (General laughter, but not obscene.) HAMBO. (Admiringly) Joe Clark! I didn’t know you had it in you! (MRS. CLARK enters from store door and they all straighten up guiltily) CLARK. (Angrily to his wife) Now whut do you want? I God, the minute I set down, here you come…. MRS. CLARK. Somebody want a stamp, Jody. You know you don’t ’low me to bove wid de post office. (HE rises sullenly and goes inside the store.) BRAZZLE. Say, Hambo, I didn’t see you at our Sunday School picnic. HAMBO. (Slicing some plug-cut tobacco) Nope, wan’t there dis time. WALTER. Looka here, Hambo. Y’all Baptist carry dis close-communion business too far. If a person ain’t half drownded in de lake and half et up by alligators, y’all think he ain’t baptized, so you can’t take communion wid him. Now I reckon you can’t even drink lemonade and eat chicken perlow wid us. HAMBO. My Lord, boy, youse just _full_ of words. Now, in de first place, if this year’s picnic was lak de one y’all had last year … you ain’t had no lemonade for us Baptists to turn down. You had a big ole barrel of rain water wid about a pound of sugar in it and one lemon cut up over de top of it. LIGE. Man, you sho kin mold ’em! WALTER. Well, I went to de Baptist picnic wid my mouf all set to eat chicken, when lo and behold y’all had chitlings! Do Jesus! LINDSAY. Hold on there a minute. There was plenty chicken at dat picnic, which I do know is right. WALTER. Only chicken I seen was half a chicken yo’ pastor musta tried to swaller whole cause he was choked stiff as a board when I come long … wid de whole deacon’s board beating him in de back, trying to knock it out his throat.