Cliff
                             (Seating himself again)
Yeah, but dat don’t play no checkers.  Come on here, Good Black
and lemme finish wearing your ant.

Good Black’s Wife
Good Black, yo’ better come git dese clothes.

Lonnie
Good Black, yo’ wife kin cold whoop for what she want.

Good Black
Yeah and if she don’t git, she keep right on whoopin’.  B’lieve
I wants a drink of water.  Wisht I knowed where I could slip
up on me a drink.

Cliff
Aw man, come on back here and move.  Yo’ doin’ everythin’ but playin’
checkers.  You’d ruther move a mountain wid a pry bar than to move
                             (Points)
dat man.

Good Black
                             (Seats himself)
Lemme hurry up and beat dis game befo’ yo’ bust yo’ britches. 
                             (He wags his finger to indicate moves,
                             scratches his head, but doesn’t move. 
                             Several men enter and group around the
                             players.  All offer suggestions.  One
                             says, “you got him Cliffert.  He’s
                             locked up just as tight as a keyhole”. 
                             Another:  “Aw, man he kin break out!”
                             Another:  “Yeah, but it’ll cost him
                             plenty to git out of dat trap".)

Cliff
Police!  Police!  He won’t move!

Another Voice
Aw, leave go de checkers and less shoot some crap.

(Enter a WOMAN in a house dress, head rag on, run down house shoes.  She goes to the edge of the porch and calls inside)

Woman
Him there Bertha, what yo’ doin’.

Woman Inside
Still bumpin’ de white folks clothes—­hittin’ for de sundown man.  Come
on in and have some sit down.

Outside Woman
Ain’t got time.  Got a house full of company.  I took a minute to see if
yo’ could let me have a little skeeting garret.

Inside Woman
How come yo’ didn’t git yo’self some snuff whilst yo’ was at de store? 
De man ast yo’ what else.  I ain’t no Piggly Wiggly.  Reckon I kin spare
yo’ a dip tho. 
                             (She hands out the box and the outside
                             woman fills her lip and hands it back)

Outside Woman
Much obliged, I thank yo’.  Reckon I better heel and toe it on back, to
see how de comp’ny is makin’ out.

Inside Woman
Step inside a minute I want to put a bug in yo’ ear. 
                             (She makes an urgent gesture and the
                             other woman goes inside)