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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 any 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 Mr. 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

MRS. LINDSAY

Aw, I done dished you out too many times. Go head on and try to keep yo’ lil squatty husband away from down on de lake wid wimmens and you’ll have all you can do. How does old heavy-hipted mama talk?