(BOY WILLIE crosses to the piano.)

BOY WILLIE: Hey, Lymon . . . get up on the other side of this piano and let me see something.

WINING BOY: Boy Willie, what is you doing?

BOY WILLIE: I’m seeing how heavy this piano is. Get up over there, Lymon.

WINING BOY: Go on and leave that piano alone. You ain’t taking that piano out of here and selling it.

BOY WILLIE: Just as soon as I get them watermelons out that truck.

WINING BOY: Well, I got something to say about that.

BOY WILLIE: This my daddy’s piano.

WINING BOY: He ain’t took it by himself. Me and Doaker helped him.

BOY WILLIE: He died by himself. Where was you and Doaker at then? Don’t come telling me nothing about this piano. This is me and Berniece’s piano. Am I right, Doaker?

DOAKER: Yeah, you right.

BOY WILLIE: Let’s see if we can lift it up, Lymon. Get a good grip on it and pick it up on your end. Ready? Lift!

(As they start to move the piano, the sound of SUTTER’s GHOST is heard. DOAKER is the only one to hear it. With difficulty they move the piano a little bit so it is out of place.)

BOY WILLIE: What you think?

LYMON: It’s heavy . . . but you can move it. Only it ain’t gonna be easy.

BOY WILLIE: It wasn’t that heavy to me. Okay, let’s put it back.

(The sound of SUTTER’s GHOST is heard again. They all hear it as BERNIECE enters on the stairs.)

BERNIECE: Boy Willie . . . you gonna play around with me one too many times. And then God’s gonna bless you and West is gonna dress you. Now set that piano back over there. I done told you a hundred times I ain’t selling that piano.

BOY WILLIE: I’m trying to get me some land, woman. I need that piano to get me some money so I can buy Sutter’s land.

BERNIECE: Money can’t buy what that piano cost. You can’t sell your soul for money. It won’t go with the buyer. It’ll shrivel and shrink to know that you ain’t taken on to it. But it won’t go with the buyer.

BOY WILLIE: I ain’t talking about all that, woman. I ain’t talking about selling my soul. I’m talking about trading that piece of wood for some land. Get something under your feet. Land the only thing God ain’t making no more of. You can always get you another piano. I’m talking about some land. What you get something out the ground from. That’s what I’m talking about. You can’t do nothing with that piano but sit up there and look at it.

BERNIECE: That’s just what I’m gonna do. Wining Boy, you want me to fry you some pork chops?