Scip: Well, things is gettin' wusser.
Tad: How come?
Scip: White folks been havin' such a time killin' niggers in self defense dey gettin' a taste fer killin' white folks de same way.
Tad: Wuh you talkin' 'bout, Scip, hush!
Scip: My mind has been runnin' on de law and de cotes. I just been ramblin' a little.
Tad: Wuh law and cotes, dey ain't never ought to have a law 'gainst killin' niggers.
Scip: Dey claims to have a law against killin' both white folks and niggers, but sometimes de law protects 'em an' ain't l'um be try.
Tad: Dey send ole man Reuben to the penitentiary fer seven months fer a little liquor.
Voice: Dey got to broke up liquor.
Scip: Reuben were a nigger an' hab liquor an' dat were de jedge in de big cote. Ain't he de law?
Tad: How come you say ain't he de law, and wuh you talk 'bout liquor for? You started off talkin' 'bout murder, now you gone to liquor.
Scip: Dey always punish fer liquor, an' de law 'lows killin', an' I ain't been talkin' 'bout no murder.
Tad: How come you say dat. You better hush your mout'.
Scip: Ain't I hear de jedge tell de jury to bring in a verdict of not guilty. He tell 'em dey can't try dis man. He guh pertec' him kase de law got de right to go in anybody house, day or night, rouse him out, and kill him if he try to 'fend he-self. All de officer got to do is to tell de jedge he were huntin' liquor.
Tad: Ain't he got to find it?
Scip: He can say he find it. He can say wuh he have a mind to say.
Tad: Scip, you ain't talkin' 'bout de big cote, is you?
Scip: No, I ain't talkin' 'bout de big cote. I jes sayin' de jedge