starts to move, scratches his head thoroughly, changes his mind and fools around without moving)
Cliffert Police! Police! Come here and make dis man move!
Good Black Aw, I got plenty moves. (Scratches his head) Jus' tryin' to see which one I want to make. But when I do move, it's gointer be just too bad for you.
(A guitar is heard off stage and Cliffert brightens. He cups his hand and calls)
Cliffert Hey Lonnie! Come here! Ha, ha, ha! I got me a fish. (Enter LONNIE picking "East Coast" on his box and stands watching the game. He ceases to play as he stops walking) Ha, ha! You see ol' Good Black goes for a hard guy. He tries to know more than a mule and a mule's head longer'n his'n. Ha, ha! I set a trap for him and he