JEMIMA
(Arms akimbo)
Yes, I sold it and I'll sell it again.
(snaps fingers and and shakes hips)
How does ole booze-selling mama talk?
JUDGE
Yes, five thousand dollars and ten years in jail.
(Snaps fingers and shakes hips)
How does ole heavy fining papa talk?
(She is led away, shouting and weeping)
CLERK
De Otis Blunt, charged wid stealin' a mule.
(LAWYER arises and comes forward with the prisoner)
LAWYER
You can't covict this man. I'm here to represent him.
JUDGE
Yo' mouf might spout lak a coffee pot but I got a lawyer
(Looks at other lawyer)
dat kin beat yours segastuatin'.
(Looks at admiring girl)
How am I chewin' my dictionary and minglin' my alphabets?
LAWYER
Well, I kin try, can't I?
JUDGE
Oh yeah, you kin try, but I kin see right now where he's gointer git all de time dat God ever made dat ain't been used already. From now on.
(To LAWYER)
Go 'head, and spread yo' lungs all over Georgy, but he's goin' to jail! Mules must be respected.
LAWYER
(Striking a pose at the bar)
Your Honor,
(Looks at the pretty girl)
Ladies and Gentlemen -
JUDGE
Never mind 'bout dat lady. You talk yo' chat to me.
LAWYER
This is a clear case of syllogism! Again I say syllogism. My client is innocent because it was a dark night when they say he stole the mule and that's against all laws of syllogism.
(JUDGE looks impressed and laughs)
