DAISY (Indignantly) Whut you come here low-rating me for, Dave Carter? I ain't done nothin' to you but treat you white. Who come rubbed yo' ole head for you yestiddy if it wasn't me?
DAVE Yeah, you rubbed my head all right, and I lakted dat. But everybody say you done toted a pan to Joe Clark's barn for Jim before I seen you.
DAISY Think I was going to let Jim there thout nothing fitten for a dog to eat?
DAVE That's all right, Daisy. If you want to pay Jim for r 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 locked 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.)
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 detthunder can bump a stump--if I don't--God's a gopher.
DAISY (Brightening) Dat's de first time you ever said so.
JIM Whut you hollering "who" for? Yo' foot 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?
DAVE I'd buy a whole passenger train and hire some mens to run it for you.
De wind may blow, de door may slam Dat whut you shootin' ain't worth a dam.