Sammie Moore: Delta Slim.
Delta Slim: Yeah, I thank you for your generosity. I guess that Chicago wind blew your black asses back down here, huh? Who the boy?
Stack: This my little cousin. Preacherboy Sammie. Happens to be the finest blues player in all the Delta.
Delta Slim: I got socks older than this here boy. What the hell he know about the blues?
Sammie Moore: [Holding up his guitar] I can show you better than I can tell you.
Delta Slim: Hold up, now. Put down that mother****er...
Stack: Put that away.
Delta Slim: Now, this here my patch right here. Now, you wasn't his cousin and a young pup to boot. I'd cut your ass too thin to fry.
Stack: And you threaten him again I'mma make your drunk ass swallow that harmonica. You still nice with them keys?
Delta Slim: Depend on who you ask.
Stack: I'll give you $20 to come play at our juke tonight.
Delta Slim: Yeah, I wish I could. I'mma be at Messengers tonight same as I am every Saturday night.
Stack: What they pay you?
Delta Slim: For a gangster, you sure ask a lot of questions.
Stack: They ain't paying you $20 a night, I know that.
Delta Slim: You ain't paying no $20 a night. You payin' $20, maybe, tonight. I ain't never heard of your juke. Maybe it's here tonight, is it here tomorrow night? The week after that? Nah. I've been at Messengers every Saturday night for the last ten years. Messenger's gon' be there another ten years after that, at least. Shit. That's probably more time than I got left on this earth, Stack. I play, and I get as much corn liquor as I can drink. A sinner like me, I can't ask for more than that.
Stack: Know what, Slim? I'll drink to that. [He takes out and opens up a bottle of liquor]
Delta Slim: Ooh. What you got there, boy?
Stack: Oh, this? It's a Irish beer. Straight from the north side of Chicago.
Delta Slim: You sayin' that's beer?
Stack: Wind didn't bring us down here empty-handed. [He hands Slim the bottle]
Delta Slim: [Chuckles] Give me that. [He takes a swig] my goodness.
Stack: I got 500 more bottles just like that. Ice cold. Say we pay you $40 a night, and all the beer that you can drink. After that, no strings. You act now, I'll even let you finish that bottle in your hand. [Slim and Sammie are performing] These two gon' be playin' down at the old sawmill. It's the grand openin' of our new joint. Club Juke. We gon' have us a battle of the blues. It's gon' be a real-ring-a-ding-ding. Just for us. Y'all ready to eat? Y'all ready to drink? Y'all ready to sweat till y'all stank. All right. We gon' to get funky like a Mississippi donkey y'all. Get a drink on the Twins when you get there.
Delta Slim: Yeah, I thank you for your generosity. I guess that Chicago wind blew your black asses back down here, huh? Who the boy?
Stack: This my little cousin. Preacherboy Sammie. Happens to be the finest blues player in all the Delta.
Delta Slim: I got socks older than this here boy. What the hell he know about the blues?
Sammie Moore: [Holding up his guitar] I can show you better than I can tell you.
Delta Slim: Hold up, now. Put down that mother****er...
Stack: Put that away.
Delta Slim: Now, this here my patch right here. Now, you wasn't his cousin and a young pup to boot. I'd cut your ass too thin to fry.
Stack: And you threaten him again I'mma make your drunk ass swallow that harmonica. You still nice with them keys?
Delta Slim: Depend on who you ask.
Stack: I'll give you $20 to come play at our juke tonight.
Delta Slim: Yeah, I wish I could. I'mma be at Messengers tonight same as I am every Saturday night.
Stack: What they pay you?
Delta Slim: For a gangster, you sure ask a lot of questions.
Stack: They ain't paying you $20 a night, I know that.
Delta Slim: You ain't paying no $20 a night. You payin' $20, maybe, tonight. I ain't never heard of your juke. Maybe it's here tonight, is it here tomorrow night? The week after that? Nah. I've been at Messengers every Saturday night for the last ten years. Messenger's gon' be there another ten years after that, at least. Shit. That's probably more time than I got left on this earth, Stack. I play, and I get as much corn liquor as I can drink. A sinner like me, I can't ask for more than that.
Stack: Know what, Slim? I'll drink to that. [He takes out and opens up a bottle of liquor]
Delta Slim: Ooh. What you got there, boy?
Stack: Oh, this? It's a Irish beer. Straight from the north side of Chicago.
Delta Slim: You sayin' that's beer?
Stack: Wind didn't bring us down here empty-handed. [He hands Slim the bottle]
Delta Slim: [Chuckles] Give me that. [He takes a swig] my goodness.
Stack: I got 500 more bottles just like that. Ice cold. Say we pay you $40 a night, and all the beer that you can drink. After that, no strings. You act now, I'll even let you finish that bottle in your hand. [Slim and Sammie are performing] These two gon' be playin' down at the old sawmill. It's the grand openin' of our new joint. Club Juke. We gon' have us a battle of the blues. It's gon' be a real-ring-a-ding-ding. Just for us. Y'all ready to eat? Y'all ready to drink? Y'all ready to sweat till y'all stank. All right. We gon' to get funky like a Mississippi donkey y'all. Get a drink on the Twins when you get there.
Sammie Moore : Delta Slim.
Delta Slim : Yeah, I thank you for your generosity. I guess that Chicago wind blew your black asses back down here, huh? Who the boy?
Stack : This my little cousin. Preacherboy Sammie. Happens to be the finest blues player in all the Delta.
Delta Slim : I got socks older than this here boy. What the hell he know about the blues?
Sammie Moore : [ Holding up his guitar ] I can show you better than I can tell you.
Delta Slim : Hold up, now. Put down that mother****er...
Stack : Put that away.
Delta Slim : Now, this here my patch right here. Now, you wasn't his cousin and a young pup to boot. I'd cut your ass too thin to fry.
Stack : And you threaten him again I'mma make your drunk ass swallow that harmonica. You still nice with them keys?
Delta Slim : Depend on who you ask.
Stack : I'll give you $20 to come play at our juke tonight.
Delta Slim : Yeah, I wish I could. I'mma be at Messengers tonight same as I am every Saturday night.
Stack : What they pay you?
Delta Slim : For a gangster, you sure ask a lot of questions.
Stack : They ain't paying you $20 a night, I know that.
Delta Slim : You ain't paying no $20 a night. You payin' $20, maybe, tonight. I ain't never heard of your juke. Maybe it's here tonight, is it here tomorrow night? The week after that? Nah. I've been at Messengers every Saturday night for the last ten years. Messenger's gon' be there another ten years after that, at least. Shit. That's probably more time than I got left on this earth, Stack. I play, and I get as much corn liquor as I can drink. A sinner like me, I can't ask for more than that.
Stack : Know what, Slim? I'll drink to that. [ He takes out and opens up a bottle of liquor ]
Delta Slim : Ooh. What you got there, boy?
Stack : Oh, this? It's a Irish beer. Straight from the north side of Chicago.
Delta Slim : You sayin' that's beer?
Stack : Wind didn't bring us down here empty-handed. [ He hands Slim the bottle ]
Delta Slim : [ Chuckles ] Give me that. [ He takes a swig ] my goodness.
Stack : I got 500 more bottles just like that. Ice cold. Say we pay you $40 a night, and all the beer that you can drink. After that, no strings. You act now, I'll even let you finish that bottle in your hand. [ Slim and Sammie are performing ] These two gon' be playin' down at the old sawmill. It's the grand openin' of our new joint. Club Juke. We gon' have us a battle of the blues. It's gon' be a real-ring-a-ding-ding. Just for us. Y'all ready to eat? Y'all ready to drink? Y'all ready to sweat till y'all stank. All right. We gon' to get funky like a Mississippi donkey y'all. Get a drink on the Twins when you get there.
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