Jube: Wey Mensa?
Sam: You ain' know Mensa, is you? If you is know him you know he ain't gur set round here in dis swamp an' waste he time wid a passel er mens. He gone to er entertainment.
Jube: Wuh kind of entertainment?
Sam: Dey got a party for de preacher, him an' he young wife.
Jake: Buddy, I'm wid you. Wuh fuh kind er man is Mensa? He ain't look to me like he bus' he heart out runnin' atter preacher.
Sam: He ain't lossin' no time runnin' atter preacher. He ain't lossin' no time wid no mens. Mensa's a hawk, swift as lightnin', wicked as pizen, sure as death. Mens likes him an' wimmen b'longs to him wid he soft way, an' he bad ways. He ain't look like a panter for nuthen. The Bible say God make us, but when I see Mensa sumpen tell me maybe de debel have he han' in it. I ain't know but he sure is got some frightenin' ways.
Lias: Wuh make you all back-bite Mensa? Ain't you say he gone to er church entertainment? He mought be seekin' for de light.
Sam: Brother, he mought be seekin' for de light. I done tell you who de entertainment for. I done tell you Mensa gur be dere, an' my advice to dat preacher is you better skip. Bur Rabbit, de ole field is a fire and de hawk is here.