] I coulda took her wit
dat, wit' just my little finger even, and broke her in two. [Again
bewilderedly.] Say, who is dat skoit, huh? What is she? What's she
come from? Who made her? Who give her de noive to look at me like
dat? Dis ting's got my goat right. I don't get her. She's new to
me. What does a skoit like her mean, huh? She don't belong, get
me! I can't see her. [With growing anger.] But one ting I'm wise
to, aw right, aw right! Youse all kin bet your shoits I'll git
even wit her. I'll show her if she tinks she--She grinds de organ
and I'm on de string, huh? I'll fix her! Let her come down again
and I'll fling her in de furnace! She'll move den! She won't
shiver at nothin', den! Speed, dat'll be her! She'll belong den!
[He grins horribly.]
PADDY--She'll never come. She's had her belly-full, I'm telling
you. She'll be in bed now, I'm thinking, wid ten doctors and
nurses feedin' her salts to clean the fear out of her.
YANK--[Enraged.] Yuh tink I made her sick, too, do yuh? Just
lookin' at me, huh? Hairy ape, huh? [In a frenzy of rage.] I'll
fix her! I'll tell her where to git off! She'll git down on her
knees and take it back or I'll bust de face offen her! [Shaking
one fist upward and beating on his chest with the other.] I'll
find yuh! I'm comin', d'yuh hear? I'll fix yuh, God damn yuh! [He
makes a rush for the door.
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