Picnics Is All Right

Picnics is all right for these small town suckers
but we is use to the high life, you know
You and me, we understand each other
I can't see for the life of me what you is hangin' roun'
this place for
Why, with your looks, Bess, an' your way with the boys
There's big money for you, and me in New York.

BESS
I can't remember ever meetin' a nothin' what I likes less than
I do you.

SPORTING LIFE
Oh, come on, now, how about a little touch of happy dus' just for old time sake?

BESS
No,I done give up their stuff!

SPORTING LIFE
Come on, give me your hand.

(Porgy opens door and listens unobserved)

BESS
No, I tell you, I's through!

SPORTING LIFE
Just a pinch, ain't enough to hurt a flea.

BESS
I done give up dope.

SPORTING LIFE
Tell that to somebody else, nobody ever gave up happy dus'.

(Porgy reaches out and seizes Sporting Life's wrist)

Leggo, you dam' cripple! Gawd, what a grip for a piece of a man!

PORGY
You keep away from my woman, or I'll break
yo' damn neck!

SPORTING LIFE
I'd like to see a lousy cripple, like you, break my neck.

PORGY
If I get my hands on you once more, you'll see quick enough.

BESS
Get on out of here

SPORTING LIFE
All right, Bess, yo' men frien's come an' they go, but remember
Ole Sportin' Life an' de happy dus'
when I's been waiting.

PORGY
Get out of here, you rat, you louse, you buzzard!
Get on out of here.

(to Bess)
Come here... come on

BESS
I thank you