HOLLOWAY: I ain’t talking about that. Hell, his great-grandaddy used to work for nothing, for all that matter. I’m talking about he can make two or three hundred dollars a day gambling . . .  if he get lucky. If he don’t, somebody else will get it. That’s all you got around here is niggers with somebody else’s money in their pocket. And they don’t do nothing but trade it off on each other. I got it today and you got it tomorrow. Until sooner or later as sure as the sun shine . . .  somebody gonna take it and give it to the white man. The money go from you to me to you and then—bingo, it’s gone. From him to you to me, then—bingo, it’s gone. You give it to the white man. Pay your rent, pay your telephone, buy your groceries, see the doctor—bingo, it’s gone. Just circulate it around till it find that hole, then—bingo. Like trying to haul sand in a bucket with a hole in it. Time you get where you going the bucket empty. That’s why that ten dollars a day ain’t gonna do him no good. A nigger with five hundred dollars in his pocket around here is a big man. But you go out there where they at . . .  you go out to Squirrel Hill, they walking around there with five thousand dollars in their pocket trying to figure out how to make it into five hundred thousand.

MEMPHIS: Ain’t nothing wrong in saving your money and do like they do. These niggers just don’t want to work. That boy don’t want to work. He lazy.