- Grandpa: Don't you run from me, boy. Don't you ever in your life run from me. Your mama don't care nothing about you, boy. Boy, your mama don't love you. You was got wrong and you was had wrong.
- Young Boy: Please love me, grandpa!
- Grandma: [addressing her husband] Now you just hush up, you old coot. Just hush up that kind of talk to this poor innocent baby. Just ain't no use talking like that to this poor child.
- Grandpa: [addressing his daughter] I don't hold with painted women. If you're gonna come to my house, you're going to have to take off that paint and them peacock feathers.
- Painted Woman: [addressing her trick] I want you to bite into my flesh until I can feel the pain, 'cos that's the way I get my pleasure. There ain't no love; got a whole lotta hate in it. That's the way I want you to take me. I want you to take me with all that hate. I want you to bite into my flesh. Take me.