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                     AUNTIE MAMA
       Never mind that!  Keep moving!  Quickly!

She whisks DOROTHY out the door.  CYRIL calls after them: 

                        CYRIL
                 (struggling)
        Dorothy Jean!  Vivian!  Don't go!
                 (to PASTOR MILLER and DEACON)
        Get your hands off me!  Look at what 
        you've done!  You're letting them get 
        away!  Fools!  They're taking my girls 
        from me—again!  Let go of me! 
 
                        DEACON
                (to PASTOR MILLER)  
        Hold tight!  He's a wild one!
 
                     PASTOR MILLER
               (holding CYRIL)
        Why don't you simmer down, brother? 
        Don't force us to put a hurtin' on 
        you, now.
 
                         CYRIL
               (struggling frantically)
        You're the ones who're gonna get 
        hurt!  I mean it!  You'd better 
        get off me!  Let me gooo!

He KICKS over the photo table, sending stacks of photos and the change box FLYING IN THE AIR.  A SHOWER OF TINKLING COINS rain down on the floor, gyrating and rolling and skittering helter-skelter across it.

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