The Iceman Cometh by Eugene O'Neill:
Suddenly lunges to his feet dazedly—mumbles in humbled apology.
Scuse me, White Boys. Scuse me for livin’. I don’t want to be where I’s not wanted.
He makes his way swayingly to the opening in the curtain at rear and tacks down to the middle table of the three at right, front. He feels his way around it to the table at its left and gets to the chair in back of CAPTAIN LEWIS.
Gets up—in a callous, brutal tone.
My pig’s in de back room, ain’t she? I wanna collect de dough I wouldn’t take dis mornin’, like a sucker, before she blows it.
He goes rear.