Fences Page #3

rose:
What you all out here getting into? What you all out here getting into?

troy:
What you worried about what we getting into for?

This is men talk, woman.

rose:
What I care what you talking about? Bono, you

gonna stay for supper?

bono:
No, I thank you, Rose. But Lucille say she cooking

up a pot of pigfeet.

troy:
Pigfeet! Hell, I’m going home with you! Might

even stay the night if you got some pigfeet. You

got something in there to top them pigfeet, Rose?

rose:
I’m cooking up some chicken. I got some chicken

and collard greens.

troy:
Well, go on back in the house and let me and

Bono finish what we was talking about. This is men

talk. I got some talk for you later. You know what

kind of talk I mean. Go on and powder it up.

rose:
Troy Maxson, don’t you start that now!

troy (puts his arm around her): Aw, woman . . . come here.

Look here, Bono . . . When I met this woman . . .

I got out that place, say, “Hitch up my pony,

saddle up my mare . . . there’s a woman out there

for me somewhere. I looked here. Looked there.

Saw Rose and latched on to her.” I latched on to

her and told her—I’m gonna tell you the truth—I

told her, “Baby, I don’t wanna marry, I just

wanna be your man.” Rose told me . . . tell him

what you told me, Rose.

rose:
I told him if he wasn’t the marrying kind, then

move out the way so the marrying kind could find me.

I told him if he wasn’t the marrying kind, then

move out the way so the marrying kind could find me.

troy:
That’s what she told me. “N*gger, you in my way.

You blocking the view! Move out the way so I can

find me a husband.” I thought it over two or three

days. Come back—

rose:
Ain’t no two or three days nothing. You was back

the same night.

troy:
Come back, told her . . . “Okay, baby . . . but

I’m gonna buy me a banty rooster and put him out

there in the backyard . . . and when he see a

stranger come, he’ll flap his wings and crow . . .”

Look here, Bono, I could watch the front door by

myself . . . it was that back door I was worried

about.

rose:
Troy, you ought not talk like that. Troy ain’t

doing nothing but telling a lie.

troy:
Only thing is . . . when we first got married

. . . forget the rooster . . . we ain’t had

no yard!

bono:
I hear you tell it. Me and Lucille was staying

down there on Logan Street. Had two rooms with the

outhouse in the back. I ain’t mind the outhouse

none. But when that goddamn wind blow through

there in the winter . . . that’s what I’m talking

about! To this day I wonder why in the hell I ever

stayed down there for six long years. But see, I

didn’t know I could do no better. I thought only

white folks had inside toilets and things.

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