Gator Purify:
[Gator is dancing with his mother, trying to butter her up]
Hey pretty lady, you remember me?
Lucinda Purify:
Say what you have to say, and go, before your father comes back!
Gator Purify:
What's the matter? You don't like my dancing anymore? You usually offer to cook me something to eat.
Lucinda Purify:
I ain't playin' with you Gator! Say what you have to say and go. And if it's money then forget it!
[loosens herself from his grip]
Lucinda Purify:
The answer is no!
Gator Purify:
Momma, you gotta help me out. I'm sick. In order for me to get right, I need money!
Lucinda Purify:
You'd feel a whole lot better if you had a bath! Boy, the devil's got you!
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