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 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?
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.
JIM Dat's right, Daisy, you go git you one them mens whut don't mind smelling mules--and beating de white folks to de barn every morning. I don't wanta be bothered wid nothin' but dis box.
DAVE And I can't strain wid nothin' but my feets and my gun. I kin git mo' turkey gobblers, but never no job.
(Daisy walks slowly away in the direction from which she came. Both watch her a little wistfully for a minute. The sun is setting.)
DAVE Guess I better be gitin' on back--it's most dark. Where you goin, Jim?
JIM I don't know, Dave. Down de road, I reckon.
DAVE Whyncher come on back to town? Taint no use you proagin' up and down [Note: corrected missing space] de railroad track when you got a home.