Troy be talking that stuff and half the time don't even know what he be talking about. rose: Bono know me better than that. troy: That's right. I know you. I know you got some Uncle Remus in your blood. You got more bono: stories than the devil got sinners. hell, I done seen him too! Done talked with the devil. troy: Aw Troy, don't nobody wanna be hearing all that stuff. enters the yard from the street. rose: (lyons Thirty-four years old, son by a previous marriage, he sports a neatly trimmed goatee, troy's sport coat, white shirt, tieless and buttoned at the collar. Though he fancies himself a musician, he is more caught up in the rituals and "idea" of being a musician than in the actual practice of the music. He has come to borrow money from and while he knows he troy, will be successful, he is uncertain as to what extent his lifestyle will be held up to scrutiny and ridicule.) Hey, Pop. lyons: What you come "Hey, Popping" me for? troy: How you doing, Rose? Mr. Bono. How you (He kisses her.) lyons: doing? Hey, Lyons . . . how you been? bono: He must have been doing alright. I ain't seen him around here last week. troy: Troy, leave your boy alone. He come by to see you and you wanna start all that nonsense. rose: 14 FENCES ACTONE 15 troy: I ain't bothering Lyons. {Offers him the bottle.) Here ... get you a drink. We got an understanding. I know why he come by to see me and he know I know. lyons: Come on, Pop . . . I just stopped by to say hi. . . see how you was doing. troy: You ain't stopped by yesterday. rose: You gonna stay for supper, Lyons? I got some chicken cooking in the oven. lyons: No, Rose . . . thanks. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by for a minute. troy: You was in the neighborhood alright, nigger. You telling the truth there. You was in the neighborhood cause it's my payday.
rose: Troy be talking that stuff and half the time don't even know what he be talking about. troy: Bono know me better than that. bono: That's right. I know you. I know you got some Uncle Remus in your blood. You got more stories than the devil got sinners. troy: Aw hell, I done seen him too! Done talked with the devil. rose: Troy, don't nobody wanna be hearing all that stuff. (lyons enters the yard from the street. Thirty-four years old, troy's son by a previous marriage, he sports a neatly trimmed goatee, sport coat, white shirt, tieless and buttoned at the collar. Though he fancies himself a musician, he is more caught up in the rituals and "idea" of being a musician than in the actual practice of the music. He has come to borrow money from troy, and while he knows he will be successful, he is uncertain as to what extent his lifestyle will be held up to scrutiny and ridicule.) lyons: Hey, Pop. troy: What you come "Hey, Popping" me for? lyons: How you doing, Rose? (He kisses her.) Mr. Bono. How you doing? bono: Hey, Lyons . . . how you been? troy: He must have been doing alright. I ain't seen him around here last week. rose: Troy, leave your boy alone. He come by to see you and you wanna start all that nonsense. 14 FENCES ACTONE 15 troy: I ain't bothering Lyons. {Offers him the bottle.) Here ... get you a drink. We got an understanding. I know why he come by to see me and he know I know. lyons: Come on, Pop . . . I just stopped by to say hi. . . see how you was doing. troy: You ain't stopped by yesterday. rose: You gonna stay for supper, Lyons? I got some chicken cooking in the oven. lyons: No, Rose . . . thanks. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by for a minute. troy: You was in the neighborhood alright, nigger. You telling the truth there. You was in the neighborhood cause it's my payday.
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