LIGE (as he plays the Jack) Everybody git up off it and dump. High, low, Jack, game and gone from de first four.
WALTER Gimme dem cards! Y'all carried de cub to us dat time. (riffles the cards elaborately) but de deal is in de high, tall house now. Dis is Booker T Washington spreadin his mess. (offers cards to Lige) Cut?
LIGE Yeah, cut 'em and shoot 'em. I'd cut behind mah ma. (He cuts and Walter deals.)
WALTER Get up off yo' knees. Youse dat one.
WALTER Aw, stop cryin' and play, man. Youse too old to be hollerin' titty-mama.
LUM Dis ain't no hand, dis is a foot. What you want me to play for you partner?
LIGE Play yo' own hand partner--I ain't nobody. Lead yo' bosses. (He leads the ace of clubs. Play goes round to dealer and Walter takes the card off the deck and slams it down.)
WALTER Get up ol' deuce of diamonds and gallop off wid yo' load. Pardner, how many times you seen de deck?
WALTER Watch dis ol' queen. Less go! (He begins to sing--Dave joins in.) When yo' card gits lucky, oh pardner, you oughter be in a rollin' game. (He speaks.) Ha! Ha! Wash day and no soap! (He sticks the Jack upon his forehead. He stands up and sings again.) Ahm goin' to de 'Bama Lawd. Pardner don't want no change. (He collects that trick and plays again. Dave also stands.)
DAVE Here come de man from de White House--ol' king of diamonds. (Sings, all join.) Ahm goin' back to de Bama, Lawd. Pardner won't be worried wid you. (He collects the trick.) Never had no trouble, Lour pardner, till I stopped by here.
(They all stand hilariously slam down their cards.
WALTER Aw, wese just too hard for you boys--we eats our dinner out de blacksmith shop. Y'all can't bully dis game. (He solemnly reaches over and takes Dave's hand.)
DAVE (to Walter) Mr. Hoover, you sho is a noble president. We done stuck dese shad-moufs full of cobs. They skeered to play us any mo'.
LIGE Who skeered? Y'all jus' playin ketch up nohow. Git back down and lemme wrap uh five-up round yo' neck.
DAVE (looking off right) Squat dat rabbit an' less jump another one. Here come Daisy.
WALTER Aw Lord, you ain't no mo' good now. But Ah don't blame you, Dave, she looks warm.
(Enter Daisy right with a scarlet hibiscus over each ear and smiling broadly.)