Manuscripts/Mixed Material Woofing
(Leans out of window)
Good Black! When you gointer come git dese clothes!
(He does not answer, he is trying to concentrate)
You got him Cliffert. You got him in Louisville Loop. He's yo' fish all right.
Man, didn't I push a mean chuck-a-luck dat time! I'm good, better, and best. Move. Man!
(To Good Black)
I tole you not to do it.
All dat noise ain't playin' checkers. You just wait till I make my move.
All right, now, Mr. Nappy-Chin! I don't want to have to call you no mo' to come keer dese white folks clothes! I'm tired of takin' and takin' affa you! My belly's full clear up to de neck. I don't need no lazy coon lak you nohow. I'm a good woman, and I needs somebody dats gointer give aid and assistance.
Aw, go head on', woman, and leave me be! Every Saturday it's de same thing! Yo' mouth exhausting like a automobile. You worse than "cryin' Emma". You kin whoop like de Seaboard and squall lak de Coast Line.
(Taps his head)
You ain't got all dat b'long to you, and nothin' dat b'long to nobody's else. You better leave me 'lone before you make a bad man out of me. Fool wid me and I'll go git me somebody else. I'm a much-right man.
Now you ain't no such right man neither. You didn't git me wid no saw-mill license - You went to de court house and paid a dollar and a half for me. Tain't no other woman got as much right to you as I got. De Man got to tell you youse divorced befo' yo' kin play dat much-right on me!
De man don't have to tell me nothin'! I got divorce in my heels.
You ain't de only one dat knows where de railroad track is, I done made up my mind, and I done promised Gabriel and a