WEST: I ain’t never seen nothing like that. The way them people carried on . . .  it was sinful. I buried that boy Begaboo but it wasn’t nothing like that. There was just as many people, but they was respectful. Them niggers come to bury Patchneck Red act like it was a party.

STERLING: Here’s your twenty dollars, Wolf. Hey, Risa . . .  hold this for me.

RISA: What’s that?

STERLING: That’s my money. All five hundred and sixty-two dollars of it. Hold it for me . . .  I’ll be right back.
(STERLING exits.)

WOLF: Risa, what’s going on with you and Sterling? Something going on. Don’t get me wrong now, I ain’t said nothing wrong with it. You know me. I live and let live. I think it’s nice.

RISA: Wolf, ain’t nobody paying you no mind.

WOLF: Naw, Sterling’s alright with me. He act kind of crazy sometime. But he alright with me. I think it’s nice.
(MEMPHIS enters, singing. He has been drinking.)

MEMPHIS:

We don’t care what Mama don’t allow

We gonna barrelhouse anyhow