Tush Hawg
                              (showing his cards)
Youse a liar!  I ain’t dealt you no aces.  Don’t try to carry the Pam-Pam
to me ’cause I’ll gently chain-gang for you!

Sack daddy Oh yeah!  I ain’t goin’ to fit no jail for you and nobody else.  I’m to get me a green club and season it over your head.  Then I’ll give my case to Miss Bush and let Mother Green stand my bond!  I got deal them aces!

Nunkie
That’s a lie!  Both of you is lyin’!  Lyin’ like the cross-ties from New
York to Key West!  How can you all hold aces when I got four?  Somebody is
goin’ to West hell before midnight!

BECKERWOOD
Don’t you woof at Tush Hawg.  If you do I’m goin’ to bust hell wide open
with a man!

Black baby
                              (Pulls out razor—­Bus.)
My chop-axe tells me I got the only clean aces they is on this table! 
Before I’ll leave you all rob me outa my money, I’m goin’ to die it off!

Too-Sweet
I promised the devil one man and I’m goin’ to give him five! 
                              (Draws gun)

Tush Hawg
Don’t draw your bosom on me!  God sent me a pistol and I’m goin’ to send
him a man! 
                              (Fires.  Bus. for all)

Aunt Dilsey
                              (Enters after shooting bus.  Stands. 
                              Bus. drops to chair)
They wouldn’t lissen—­
                              (Looks men over—­Bus.)
It sure is goin’ to be a whole lot tougher in hell now!

CURTAIN