TOLEDO: Go ahead, then. Spell it. Music. Spell it.
LEVEE: I can spell it, nigger! M-U-S-I-K. There!
(He reaches for the money.)
TOLEDO: Naw! Naw! Leave that money alone! You ain’t spelled it.
LEVEE: What you mean I ain’t spelled it? I said M-U-S-I-K!
TOLEDO: That ain’t how you spell it! That ain’t how you spell it! It’s M-U-S-I-C! C, nigger. Not K! M-U-S-I-C!
LEVEE: What you mean, C? Who say it’s C?
TOLEDO: Cutler. Slow Drag, Tell this fool.
(They look at each other and then away.)
Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!
(TOLEDO picks up the money and hands LEVEE his dollar back.)
Here’s your dollar back, Levee. I done won it, you understand. I done won the dollar. But if don’t nobody know but me, how am I gonna prove it to you?
