LIGE (jumps down and takes Daisy by the arm) Come on up here, Daisy and ease Dave's pain. He's so crazy 'bout you his heart 'bout to burn a hole in his shirt. (She steps up on the porch)
DAVE (Bashfully) Aw, y'all gwan. Ah kin talk.
DAISY (Arms akimbo, impudently) Oh kin you? (She gets up close to Dave)
DAVE (Pleased) You better git way from me fore Jim come long.
DAISY (Coquettishly) Ain't you man enough to cover de ground you stand on?
DAVE Oh, Ah can back my crap! Don't worry 'bout me. Where you headed for?
DAVE Out by de cypress swamp to kill us uh turkey. Its uh great big ole gobbler--been slurring me fer six months. Ahm gointer git him today for you, and yo' mama gointer cook him.
DAISY Ah sho would love the ham of turkey.
DAVE (Patting his gun barrel) Well me an' ole Hannah sho gointer git you one. Look here, Daisy, will you choose uh bag of ground peas?
DAVE (Sticking out his right elbow) You lak chicken?
DAVE Take uh wing. (She locks arms with him and they strut inside the store.)
LIGE Ah blieve dat fool is got some gumption. Jim Weston better watch out.
WALTER Oh I ain't never figgered Dave was no fool. He's uh bottom fish. Jim talks all de time but Dave will run him uh hot--here he come now. (Looks off left. All look the same way.)
LUM Lawd, don't he look mean? (She chuckles) Ah bet he know Daisy's here wid Dave. Ah wouldn't take nothin' for dis.
(Enter Jim Weston left with a guitar looking very glum. He stops beside the step for a moment. Takes off his hat and fans with it.)
JIM Don't do all they say. (He sees the gun leaning against the rail) Who gun dat? (Points at the gun)
LIGE You know so well whose gun dat is. Ah jus' heard him say he's goin out to git his gal uh ham of a turkey gobbler out round de cypress swamp. He's inside now treatin her to penders and candy. (He winks at the others and they wink back)
WALTER (Turns and calls into the store) Say, Dave! Don't try to keep Daisy in dere all day. Her feller out here waitin to scorch her home.
DAVE (from inside store) Let him come git her if she want him.
LIGE Umph! dere now, de mule done kicked Rucker! (Calls inside to Dave) I hear you crowin, rooster. I know yo' nest aint far.
HAMBO (From inside store) Yeah, dis rooster must know something--he's gittin plenty grit in his craw.