(LYMON tries the suit coat on.)

Look at that. Feel it. That’s one hundred percent genuine silk. I got that in Chicago. You can’t get clothes like that nowhere but New York and Chicago. You can’t get clothes like that in Pittsburgh. These folks in Pittsburgh ain’t never seen clothes like that.

LYMON: This is nice, feel real nice and smooth.

WINING BOY: That’s a fifty-five-dollar suit. That’s the kind of suit the bigshots wear. You need a pistol and a pocketful of money to wear that suit. I’ll let you have it for three dollars. The women will fall out their windows they see you in a suit like that. Give me three dollars and go on and wear it down the street and get you a woman.

BOY WILLIE: That looks nice, Lymon. Put the pants on. Let me see it with the pants.

(LYMON begins to try on the pants.)

WINING BOY: Look at that . . . see how it fits you? Give me three dollars and go on and take it. Look at that, Doaker . . . don’t he look nice?

DOAKER: Yeah . . . that’s a nice suit.

WINING BOY: Got a shirt to go with it. Cost you an extra dollar. Four dollars you got the whole deal.

LYMON: How this look, Boy Willie?

BOY WILLIE: That look nice . . . if you like that kind of thing. I don’t like them dress-up kind of clothes. If you like it, look real nice.

WINING BOY: That’s the kind of suit you need for up here in the North.

LYMON: Four dollars for everything? The suit and the shirt?

WINING BOY: That’s cheap. I should be charging you twenty dollars. I give you a break cause you a homeboy. That’s the only way I let you have it for four dollars.

LYMON: (Going into his pocket.) Okay . . . here go the four dollars.

WINING BOY: You got some shoes? What size you wear?

LYMON: Size nine.

WINING BOY: That’s what size I got! Size nine. I let you have them for three dollars.

LYMON: Where they at? Let me see them.

WINING BOY: They real nice shoes, too. Got a nice tip to them. Got pointy toe just like you want.

(WINING BOY goes to get his shoes.)

LYMON: Come on, Boy Willie, let’s go out tonight. I wanna see what it looks like up here. Maybe we go to a picture show. Hey, Doaker, they got picture shows up here?

DOAKER: The Rhumba Theater. Right down there on Fullerton Street. Can’t miss it. Got the speakers outside on the sidewalk. You can hear it a block away. Boy Willie know where it’s at.

(DOAKER exits into his room.)

LYMON: Let’s go to the picture show, Boy Willie. Let’s go find some women.

BOY WILLIE: Hey, Lymon, how many of them watermelons would you say we got left? We got just under a half a load . . . right?