Poker! by Zora Neale Hurston
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SACK DADDY
And I bet you a fat man I'll take your money--I call you. (Turns up his cards--he has four aces and king) 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 |
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