Black: I’m as serious as a heart attack.
White: Why are you doing this?
Black: Me? I aint got no choice in the matter.
White: Of course you have a choice.
Black: No I aint.
White: Who appointed you my guardian angel?
Black: Let me get my coat.
White: Answer the question.
Black: You
White: I didnt leap into your arms.
Black: You didnt?
White: No. I didnt.
Black: Well how did you get there then?
Black: What. Now we aint goin?
White: Do you really think that Jesus is in this room?
Black: No. I dont think he’s in this room.
White: You dont?
Black: I
Black: Its the way you put it, Professor. Be like me askin you do you
White: It’s not the same thing. It’s a matter of agreement. If you and I say that I have my coat on and Cecil says that I’m naked and I have green skin and a tail then we might want to think about where we should put Cecil so that he wont hurt himself.
Black: Who’s Cecil?
White: He’s not anybody. He’s just a hypothetical… There’s not any Cecil. He’s just a person I made up to illustrate a point.
Black: Made up.
White: Yes.
Black: Mm.
White: We’re not going to get into this again are we? It’s not the same thing. The fact that I made Cecil up.
Black: But you did make him up.
White: Yes.
Black: And his view of things dont count.
White: No. That’s why I made him up. I could have changed it around. I could have made you the one that didnt think I was wearing a coat.
Black: And was green and all that shit you said.
White: Yes.
Black: But you didnt.
White: No.
Black: You loaded it off on Cecil.
White: Yes.
Black: But Cecil cant defend hisself cause the fact that he aint in agreement with everbody else makes his word no good. I mean aside from the fact that you made him up and he’s green and everthing.
White: He’s not the one who’s green. I am. Where is this going?
Black: I’m just tryin to find out about Cecil.
White: I dont think so. Can you see Jesus?
Black: No. I cant see him.
White: But you talk to him.
Black: I dont miss a day.
White: And he talks to you.
Black: He has talked to me. Yes.
White: Do you hear him? Like out loud?
Black: Not out loud. I dont hear a voice. I dont hear my own, for that matter. But I have heard him.
White: Well why couldnt Jesus just be in your head?
Black: He is in my head.
White: Well I don’t understand what it is that you’re trying to tell me.
Black: I know you dont, honey. Look. The first thing you got to understand is that I aint got a original thought in my head. If it aint got the lingerin scent of divinity to it then I aint interested.
White: The lingering scent of divinity.
Black: Yeah. You like that?
White: It’s not bad.
Black: I heard it on the radio. Black preacher. But the point is I done tried it the other way. And I dont mean chippied, neither. Runnin blindfold through the woods with the bit tween your teeth. Oh man. Didnt I try it though. If you can find a soul that give it a better shot than me I’d like to meet him. I surely would. And what do you reckon it got me?
White: I dont know. What did it get you?
Black: Death in life. That’s what it got me.
White: Death in life.
Black: Yeah. Walkin around death. Too dead to even know enough to lay down.
White: I see.
Black: I dont think so. But let me ask you this question.
White: All right.
Black: Have you ever read this book?
White: I’ve read parts of it. I’ve read in it.
Black: Have you ever read it?
White: I read
Black: Have. You. Ever. Read. It.
White: No.
Black: But you is read a lot of books.
White: Yes.
Black: How many would you say you read?
White: I’ve no idea.
Black: Ball park.
White: I dont know. Two a week maybe. A hundred a year. For close to forty years.
White: Forty times a hundred is four thousand.