LISA SHARP: (SH! He's comin'.)
Did I just catch y'all havin' fun?
NOBODY:
And'a all things...with•out me.
That's a shame, a c•ry•in' shame in fact, that y'all always feel the need to leave me out.
Sometimes I get the feelin' y'all don't even like me.
SOMEBODY: We, we like ya.
Aw, Jenine. I know that. I know, I know. I shouldn't tear myself up over it, how could y'all har•bor any ill will toward me when I'm always thinkin' of you? Allowin' you your own cotton bags.
Lettin' you pick the cotton without sup•er•vision
on Fridays. Lettin' you pick the cotton. Prac•tic•ally handin' you every opp•or•tunity
to betray my trust, 'cause I trust ya. I really am a good OVERSEER.
SOMEBODY ELSE: You sure is!
Thanks George. Ev•ery•one's sure to appre•ci•ate you volunteerin' to go first.
SOMEBODY ELSE (GEORGE): Wh...
Hold still, George. Nah nah nah Memmi, don't cover the kids' eyes. Ev•ery•body's gonna see this. (WALNUT: (*gasp*))
Ev•ery•body, ev•ery•body, ev•ery•body. Speakin' of...