The script for the film baby doll (1956)

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tion built their own cotton gin and're ginnin' out their own cotton, now, so I lost their trade and it's gonna take me a while to recover from that. . . . {Suddenly) Then TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! Come and get th' damn stuff. And you'll never get my business again! Never! They have hung up on him. He stands there — a man in tough trouble. Then abruptly starts massaging his ex hausted head of hair. aunt rose: {Timidly) Archie Lee, honey, you all aren't going to lose your furniture, are you? archie: {Hoarse whisper) Will you shut up and git on back in the kitchen and don't speak a word that you heard on the phone, if you heard a word, to my wife! And don't holler no more in this house, and don't cackle no more in it either, or by God I'll pack you up and haul you off to th' county home at Sunset. aunt rose: What did you say, Archie Lee, did you say something to me? archie: Yeah, I said shoot. He starts upstairs. Aunt Rose caches uneasily and enters the \itchen. Suddenly, we hear another scream from her. We pan with her, and reveal Old Fussy, the hen, on top of the kitchen table peeking the corn bread. Page 12