(The game starts.  A period of silence in which they indicate their concentration by frowns, cautious moves, head scratching.  GOOD BLACK is pointing his index finger over the board indicating moves.  He wig-wags, starts to move, scratches his head thoroughly, changes his mind and fools around without moving)

Cliffert
Police!  Police!  Come here and make dis man move!

Good Black
Aw, I got plenty moves. 
                             (Scratches his head)
Jus’ tryin’ to see which one I want to make.  But when I do move, it’s
gointer be just too bad for you.

(A guitar is heard off stage and
Cliffert brightens.  He cups his hand
and calls)

Cliffert
Hey Lonnie!  Come here!  Ha, ha, ha!  I got me a fish. 
                             (Enter LONNIE picking “East Coast” on
                             his box and stands watching the game. 
                             He ceases to play as he stops walking)
Ha, ha!  You see ol’ Good Black goes for a hard guy.  He tries to know
more than a mule and a mule’s head longer’n his’n.  Ha, ha!  I set a trap
for him and he fell right in it.  Trying to ride de britches! Now look
at him.

Good Black
Aw, shut up!  You tryin’ to show yo’ grandma how to milk ducks.  You can’t
beat me playin’ no checkers. 
                             (Scratches his head again)
Just watch me show my glory.

Woman
                             (Leans out of window)
Good Black!  When you gointer come git dese clothes! 
                             (He does not answer, he is trying to
                             concentrate)

Lonnie
You got him Cliffert.  You got him in Louisville Loop.  He’s yo’ fish all
right.

Cliffert
                             (Boastfully)
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.

Good Black
All dat noise ain’t playin’ checkers.  You just wait till I make my move.

Woman 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.

Good Black,
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 go 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.