DOAKER: I just give you a dollar before you left out of here. You ain’t gonna take my five dollars out there and gamble and drink it up.

WINING BOY: Aw, nigger, give me five dollars. I’ll give it back to you.

DOAKER: You wasn’t looking to give me five dollars when you had that sack of money. You wasn’t looking to throw nothing my way. Now you wanna come in here and borrow five dollars. If you going back with Boy Willie you need to be trying to figure out how you gonna get train fare.

WINING BOY: That’s why I need the five dollars. If I had five dollars I could get me some money.

(DOAKER goes into his pocket.)

Make it seven.

DOAKER: You take this five dollars . . . and you bring my money back here too.

(BOY WILLIE and LYMON enter. They are happy and excited. They have money in all of their pockets and are anxious to count it.)

DOAKER: How’d you do out there?

BOY WILLIE: They was lining up for them.

LYMON: Me and Boy Willie couldn’t sell them fast enough. Time we got one sold we’d sell another.

BOY WILLIE: I seen what was happening and told Lymon to up the price on them.

LYMON: Boy Willie say charge them a quarter more. They didn’t care. A couple of people give me a dollar and told me to keep the change.

BOY WILLIE: One fellow bought five. I say now what he gonna do with five watermelons? He can’t eat them all. I sold him the five and asked him did he want to buy five more.

LYMON: I ain’t never seen nobody snatch a dollar fast as Boy Willie.

BOY WILLIE: One lady asked me say, “Is they sweet?” I told her say, “Lady, where we grow these watermelons we put sugar in the ground.” You know, she believed me. Talking about she had never heard of that before. Lymon was laughing his head off. I told her, “Oh, yeah, we put the sugar right in the ground with the seed.” She say, “Well, give me another one.” Them white folks is something else . . . ain’t they, Lymon?

LYMON: Soon as you holler watermelons they come right out their door. Then they go and get their neighbors. Look like they having a contest to see who can buy the most.

WINING BOY: I got something for Lymon.

(WINING BOY goes to get his suit. BOY WILLIE and LYMON continue to count their money.)

BOY WILLIE: I know you got more than that. You ain’t sold all them watermelons for that little bit of money.

LYMON: I’m still looking. That ain’t all you got either. Where’s all them quarters?

BOY WILLIE: You let me worry about the quarters. Just put the money on the table.

WINING BOY: (Entering with his suit.) Look here, Lymon . . . see this? Look at his eyes getting big. He ain’t never seen a suit like this. This is one hundred percent silk. Go ahead . . . put it on. See if it fit you.