WALTER How is he going to give anybody a straightening when he needs straightening hisself. I bought a load of compost from him and _paid for it in advance_ and he come there when I wasn't home and dumped a half-a-load in there and drove on off wid my money.
SISTER HAMBO Aw, you ain't got no right to talk, Walter, not low down as you is--if somebody stump their toe in dis town you won't let yo' shirt-tail touch you till you bolt over to Maitland and puke yo' guts to de white folks--and God knows I 'bominates a white folks nigger.
WALTER Aw you just mad cause I wouldn't let your old starved-out cow eat up my cow-peas.
SISTER HAMBO (triumphantly) Unhumh! I knowed you was the one knocked my cow's horn off! And you lied like a doodle-bug going backwards in his hole and made out you didn't do it.
SISTER HAMBO I say you did and belong to Macedonia Baptist Church and I can't lie.
WALTER Yo' mouf is cut cross ways, ain't it? Well then, yo' mouf ain't no prayer-book even if yo' lips do flap like a Bible. You kin lie and then re-lie.
DEACON HAMBO Walter Thomas talk dat biggity talk to me, not to my wife. Maybe you kin whip her, but if you can't whip me too, don't bring de mess up.
CLARKE (rapping) Y'all men folks shut up before I put you both under arrest. Come to order everybody.
LINDSAY I just wants say this before we go any further. Nobody bet not slur my wife in here--do I'll strow 'em all over de county.
MRS. NIXON Aw, youse de nastiest threatener in three states but I ain't seen you do nothin'. De seat of yo' pants is too close to de ground for you to be crowin' so loud. You so short you smell right earthy.
MRS. LINDSAY De seat of yo' husband's britches been draggin' de ground ever since I knowed him. Don't like it dontcher take it, here's my collar come and shake it. (She puts the palms of her hands together and holding the heels together, flaps the fore part of her hands like a gator opening and shutting its mouth. This infuriates Mrs. Nixon.
CLARKE Shut up! We didn't come here to wash and iron niggers. We come here for a trial. (raps)
MRS. NIXON (to Clarke) I ain't going to shut up nothin' of de kind. Think I'm going to let her low-rate me and I take it all? Naw indeed. I'm going to sack dis female out before we any further go.
